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.

I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD did I make my supplication.

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

I poured out my complaint before him; I showed 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 was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privately laid 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.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared 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 cried to you, O LORD: I said, You are my refuge and 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 to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

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 praise your name: the righteous shall compass me about; for you shall deal bountifully with me.