Psalms 142

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

A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

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

I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

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.

When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap 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 look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

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

So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, ‘My refuge are you, all I have 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 piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for 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.

Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.