Psalm 142 N.
Words: Sternhold and Hopkins, The Whole Book of Psalms Collected into English Metre
1 Unto the Lord God with my voice I did send out my cry, And with my strainèd voice unto the Lord God prayèd I.
2 My meditation in his sight to pour I did not spare, And in the presence of the Lord my trouble did declare.
3 Although perplexèd was my soul, my path was known to thee: In way where I did walk, a snare they slyly laid for me.
4 I looked and viewed on my right hand, but none there would me know: All refuge failèd me, and for my soul none care did show.
5 Then crièd I to thee, and said, O Lord, my hope thou art, And in the land of the living my portion and my part.
6 Hear now my cry, for I am brought full low, deliver me From them that do me persecute, for me too strong they be.
7 That I may praise thy Name, my soul from prison, Lord, bring out: When thou art good to me, the just shall compass me about.