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.

intellectus David cum esset in spelunca oratio voce mea ad Dominum clamavi voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum

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

effundo in conspectu eius deprecationem meam tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

in deficiendo ex me spiritum meum et tu cognovisti semitas meas in via hac qua ambulabam absconderunt laqueum mihi

4 Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

considerabam ad dexteram et videbam et non erat qui cognosceret me periit fuga a me et non est qui requirit animam meam

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

clamavi ad te Domine dixi tu es spes mea portio mea in terra viventium

6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

intende ad deprecationem meam quia humiliatus sum nimis libera me a persequentibus me quia confortati sunt super 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.

educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo me expectant iusti donec retribuas mihi