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.

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.

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

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

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

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

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.

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.

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

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.

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

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.

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

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.