I Lift My Voice to the LORD
(1 Samuel 22:1–5; Psalm 57:1–11)

1I crie vnto the LORDE with my voyce, yee eue vnto the LORDE do I make my supplicacion.

2I poure out my complaynte before him, and shewe him of my trouble.

3When my sprete is in heuynesse, for thou knowest my path: in the waye where in I walke, haue they preuely layed a snare for me.

4I loke vpon my right honde & se, there is no man that wil knowe me. I haue no place to fle vnto, no man careth for my soule.

5Therfore do I crie vnto the (o LORDE) and saye: thou art my hope and my porcion, in the londe of the lyuynge.

6Cosidre my complaynte, for I am brought very lowe. Oh delyuer me fro my persecuters, for they are to stronge for me:

7Brynge my soule out of preson, that I maye geue thakes vnto thy name: which thinge yf thou wilt graute me, then shal the rightuous resorte vnto my copany.