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 eius deprecationem meam 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 requirit 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 expectant iusti donec retribuas mihi