Psalms 142

1 An instruction of David; when he was in the cave: a prayer. I cry unto Jehovah with my voice: with my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

2 I pour out my plaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they hidden a snare for me.

When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me.

4 Look on the right hand and see; there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

5 I cried unto thee, Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, “My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.”

6 Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may celebrate thy name. The righteous shall surround me, because thou dealest bountifully with me.

Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.