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.

Intellectus David, cum esset in spelunca, oratio. [Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi, voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum.

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

Effundo in conspectu ejus orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio:

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

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

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.

Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam, et non erat qui cognosceret me: periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.

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.

Clamavi ad te, Domine; dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium.

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.

Intende ad deprecationem meam, quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me, quia confortati sunt super 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.

Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo; me exspectant justi donec retribuas mihi.]