English poem
PSAL. CXLII. Maschil of David, a prayer when he was in the Cave
by Anonymous
Unto Jehovah with my voice, I out aloud did crie: Unto Jehovah with my voice my suit for grace made I. 2 Before his face I did pour out my meditation. Before his face I did declare the trouble me upon.
When in me was my spirit o're whelm'd, then thou didst know my way. I'th' way I walkt a snare for me they privily did lay. On my right-hand I lookt and saw, but no man would me know. All refuge fail'd me, for my soul none any care did show.
Unto the Lord I cri'd and said, my hope thou art alone: And in the land of living ones thou art my portion. Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: From my pursuers save thou me, which stronger be than I.
From out of prison bring my soul, that I thy Name may praise. The just shall compass me, for thou shall shew me bounteous grace.