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CXLII.
Thus David pray'd when in the cave
He lurkt, from Saul his lyfe to save.
He lurkt, from Saul his lyfe to save.
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My voyce I lifted to the Lord,I with my voyce did pray.
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To him my plaint I did powre forth,To him my straits display.
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Within me when my sprit faild,My path wes knoune to thee.
No way wherin I walkt from snares,
From privy plotts wes frie.
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I to the right hand cast mine eye,And lookt about me round;
Bot none wold heid me; no refuge
At all wes for me found.
My soule to succour none did seik.
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Then did I cry for ayd,Thow, Lord, in land of lyfe my hope,
My portion art, I sayd.
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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.
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To prayse thy name, from prisoun bringMy soule; the just shall flow
And throng about me when thow shalt
To me thy bounty schow.
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