Psalms 142

1 Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

2 In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:

I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

5 I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.

Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.