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PSALM 142, by            
First Line: My voice to thee it selfe extreamelie straining
Last Line: Of godlie men, will glorie in thy glorye.


My voice to thee it selfe extreamelie straining
cries praieng lord, againe it crieng praieth
before thy face, the cause of my complaining:
before thy face, my cases Mapp it laieth
wherein my Soule is painted
in doubtfull waies a straunger;
But lord, thou art acquainted
and knowest each pathe, where sticke the toiles of daunger.
For mee, myne eye to everie coaste dirrected
lights not on one that will so much as knowe mee
my life by all neglected
ev'n hope of helpe is nowe quite perisht from mee.

Then with good cawse, to thee my spirit flieth:
flieth and saith: O lord my safe abiding
abides in thee, in thee all onelie lieth
Lott of my life, and plott of my residing.
Alas, then yeeld me hearing
for weeryeng woes have spent mee
And save mee from theire tearing
whoe hunte mee hard, and dailie worsse torment mee.
O chaunge my state, unthrall my Soule inthralled:
Of my escape then will I tell the storie:
And with a crowne enwalled
Of godlie men, will glorie in thy glorye.





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