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142:1	The instruccyon of Dauid, a prayer whan he was in the caue. I Cryed vnto the Lorde wt my voyce: yee, euen vnto the Lorde dyd I make my supplicacyon. I powred out my complayntes before hym, and shewed hym of my trouble.
142:2	When my sprete was in heuynesse, thou knewest my path: in the waye wherin I walked haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
142:3	I loked also vpon my right hande, and se, there was no man that wolde knowe me. I had no place to flee vnto, and no man cared for my soule.
142:4	I cryed vnto the, O Lorde, and sayde: thou arte my hope, and my porcyon in the lande of the lyuynge.
142:5	Consydre my complaynte: for I am brought very lowe.
142:6	O delyuer me from my persecutours: for they are to stronge for me.
142:7	Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thankes vnto thy name: which thynge yf thou wylt graunte me, then shall the ryghteous resorte vnto my company.


142:1	The `title of the hundrid and two and fourtithe salm. The salm of Dauid. Lord, here thou my preier, with eeris perseyue thou my biseching; in thi treuthe here thou me, in thi riytwisnesse.
142:2	And entre thou not in to dom with thi seruaunt; for ech man lyuynge schal not be maad iust in thi siyt.
142:3	For the enemy pursuede my soule; he made lowe my lijf in erthe. He hath set me in derk placis, as the deed men of the world,
142:4	and my spirit was angwischid on me; myn herte was disturblid in me.
142:5	I was myndeful of elde daies, Y bithouyte in alle thi werkis; Y bithouyte in the dedis of thin hondis.
142:6	I helde forth myn hondis to thee; my soule as erthe with out water to thee.
142:7	Lord, here thou me swiftli; my spirit failide. Turne thou not a wei thi face fro me; and Y schal be lijk to hem that gon doun in to the lake.


142:1	I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion. I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.
142:2	When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.
142:3	I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.
142:4	Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.
142:5	Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe.
142:6	Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:
142:7	Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.