< Psalms 142 >
1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.
Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.
2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.
4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.
5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
Attend to my supplication: 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 give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.