Psalms 142

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

A maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.

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

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

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 weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk 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 my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

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

I called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “You are 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.

Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, 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.

Bring my soul out of prison so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”