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PSALMES.
219
CXLII.
Thus David pray'd when in the cave
He lurkt, from Saul his lyfe to save.
1 My voyce I lifted to the Lord,
I with my voyce did pray.
2 To him my plaint I did powre forth,
To him my straits display.
3 Within me when my sprit faild,
My path wes knoune to thee.
No way wherin I walkt from snares,
From privy plotts wes frie.
4 I to the right hand cast mine eye,
And lookt about me round;
Bot none wold held me; no refuge
At all wes for me found.
My soule to succour none did seik.
5 Then did I cry for ayd,
Thow, Lord, in land of lyfe my hope,
My portion art, I sayd.
6 Wnto my cry enclyne thyne eare,
For I full low am broght,
Me save; they stronger ar then I,
By whom my lyfe is soght.
7 To prayse thy name, from prisoun bring
My soule; the just shall flow
And throng about me when thow shalt
To me thy bounty schow.

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