Psalm 142

MY voice to thee, Oh God, I reare,
To thee, oh Lord, I sue;
To thee, my troubles, I declare,
My greefs, to thee I shew.
For, when o're whelm'd my spirit was,
My Path was knowne to thee:
Ev'n when they hidd, where I should passe,
A seacret snare for mee.

I looked on my right-hand side,
But, noe man knew mee there.
All succours faild; not one I spide,
That of my soul had care.
Then, Lord, thou art my hope said I,
My Lot, whilst life I have.
In my destresse, observe my crye;
From spoile, thy servant save.

Yea, since for mee they are too strong,
To praise thee, sett mee free:
So, righteous men to mee shall throng,
When thy great Love, they see.