Psalm 142

From Scottish Metrical Psalms 1650

Meter: 8,6,8,6

1    I with my voice cry'd to the Lord,
       with it made my request:
2    Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him
       my trouble I exprest.
3    When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit,
       then well thou knew'st my way;
     Where I did walk a snare for me
       they privily did lay.

4    I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,
       but none to know me were;
     All refuge failed me, no man
       did for my soul take care.
5    I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art
       my refuge, Lord, alone;
     And in the land of those that live
       thou art my portion.

6    Because I am brought very low,
       attend unto my cry:
     Me from my persecutors save,
       who stronger are than I.
7    From prison bring my soul, that I
       thy name may glorify:
     The just shall compass me, when thou
       with me deal'st bounteously.

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