Psalms 142

1 The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

2 In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

3 Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

4 I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

5 I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

6 Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

7 Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.