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 poem of David when was he in the cave a prayer. Voice my to Yahweh I cry out voice my to Yahweh I seek favor.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

I pour out before him complaint my trouble my before him I tell.

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 faints away on me - spirit my and you you know pathway my in [the] path which I walk people 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.

Look right - and see and not [belongs] to me [one who] recognizes it has been lost a place of escape from me there not [is one who] cares for self my.

5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

I cry out to you O Yahweh I say you [are] refuge my portion my 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.

Pay attention! - to cry of entreaty my for I have become low exceedingly deliver me from [those who] harass 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.

Bring out! from prison - self my to give thanks to name your me they will surround righteous [people] for you deal bountifully towards me.