The Psalms of David in meeter with the prose interlined / by Mr. Zachary Boyd ...

PSAL. CXLII.

I Cried unto the Lord with my voice: with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplica∣tion.

I Unto him that is the Lord, thus with my voice did cry, My supplication with my voice unto the Lord made I.

2 I poured out my complaint before him: I shewed before him my trouble.

2 Before him then I my complaints did poure out in great store, And what to me a trouble was I shewed him before.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed with∣in me, then thou knewest my path: in the way

wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

3 When in me was ov'rwhelm'd my sprit, my path was known to thee: They snares in wayes wherein I walk'd laid privily for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me, refuge failed me: no man cared for my soul.

4 On my right hand I look'd, and saw, but none at all was there That would me know, refuge me fail'd: none for my soul did care.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord, I said, Thou art my refuge, and my portion in the land of the living.

5 I unto thee, O Lord, did cry, I said unto thee then My portion and refuge thou art in land of living men.

6 Attend unto my cry, for I am brought ve∣ry low, deliver me from my persecutors for they are stronger then I.

6 Sith that I am brought very low, attend unto my cry: Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are then I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy Name: the righteous shall compasse

me about: for thou shalt deal bountifullie with me.

7 That I thy Name may praise, bring thou my soul from prison free, The just me'l compasse, for thou shalt deal bounteously with me.