Psalms 142

1 I cry with my voice to Jehovah. With my voice to Jehovah I make supplication.

The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I show my trouble before him.

In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man who knows me. Refuge has failed me. No man cares for my soul.

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

5 I cried to thee, O Jehovah. I said, Thou are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison that I may give thanks to thy name. The righteous shall encompass me around, for thou will deal bountifully with me.

Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.