I with my voice cried to the Lord

1 I with my voice cried to the Lord,
with it made my request:
2 Poured out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I expressed.
3 When in me was o'erwhelmed my sp'rit,
then well thou knew'st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.

4 I looked on my right hand, and viewed,
but none to know me were;
All refuge failèd me, no man
did for my soul take care.
5 I cried to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
thou art my pörtion.

6 Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.
7 From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal'st bounteously.

Source: Foundations Psalter: 1650 Scottish Psalter #142