338 Voce mea ad Dominum Psalm 142

            My voice to thee it self extreamly strayning,

                     cries prayeng, lord; againe it cryeng praieth.

                before thy face the cause of my complayning,

                     before thy face my cases mapp it laieth

5                               wherein my soule is painted

                             in doubtfull way a stranger:

                       but, Lord, thou art acquainted,

                            and knowst each path, where stick the toiles of danger:

                                 for me, mine ey to ev’ry coast directed

10                                 lights, not on one that will so much as know me:

                                 my life by all neglected,

                                     ev’n hope of help is now quight perish’d from me.

            Then with good cause to thee my spiritt flieth,

                     flieth, and saith: ô lord my safe abiding

15                abides in thee: in thee all-only lieth

                     lott of my life, and plott of my residing.

                   alas then yeeld me heiring,

                       for wearing woes have spent me:

                   and save me from their tearing,

20                           who hunt me hard, and daily worse torment me.

                           ô change my state, unthrall my soule enthralled:

                               of my escape then will I tell the story:

                           and with a crown enwalled

                              of godly men, will glory in thy glory.