Psalms 142

1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

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 reveal my trouble to Him.

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

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel 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 to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one 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 cry to You, O LORD: “You 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 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

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

7 Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.

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