Psalms 142

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

An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

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

I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

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 fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had 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.

Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

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

I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have said, Thou, art my refuge, 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 thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

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.

O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.