Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

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.

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

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

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

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

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

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

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

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

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

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

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

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