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.

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 reveal my trouble to Him.

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

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel 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 to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one 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 cry to You, O LORD: “You 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 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 piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for 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.

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.