1 [Intellectus David, cum esset in spelunca, oratio.] 2 Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi, voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum. 3 Effundo in conspectu ejus orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio: 4 in deficiendo ex me spiritum meum, et tu cognovisti semitas meas. In via hac qua ambulabam absconderunt laqueum mihi. 5 Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam, et non erat qui cognosceret me: periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam. 6 Clamavi ad te, Domine; dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium. 7 Intende ad deprecationem meam, quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me, quia confortati sunt super me. 8 Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo; me exspectant justi donec retribuas mihi.
- by Bible or other Sacred Texts , "Psalmus 141 (142)" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
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- Also set in English, a translation by Bible or other Sacred Texts , "Psalm 142", King James GER ; composed by Ned Rorem.
- Also set in German (Deutsch), a translation by Martin Luther (1483 - 1546) ENG ; composed by Boris Blacher.
Researcher for this text: Emily Ezust [Administrator]
This text was added to the website: 2008-05-21
Line count: 23
Word count: 126
1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. 4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. 5 I cried unto Thee, O Lord: I said, thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for Thou shall deal bountifully with me.1
1 Rorem repeats these phrases at the end of his setting: "I cried unto the Lord; unto the Lord did I make my supplication. Attend unto my cry."
- by Bible or other Sacred Texts , "Psalm 142", King James [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Researcher for this text: Barbara Miller
This text was added to the website: 2004-04-27
Line count: 23
Word count: 158