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 psalm of David; a prayer, when he was in the cave” I cry unto the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD do I make my supplication.

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

I pour out my complaint before him; I declare before him my distress.

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

When my spirit is overwhelmed within me, Thou knowest my path! In the way which I walk, they have hid 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.

I look on my right hand, and behold, But no man knoweth me; Refuge faileth me; No one careth for me.

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

I cry unto thee, O LORD! I say, Thou art 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.

Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they prevail against me!

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

Bring me out of prison, That I may praise thy name! The righteous shall gather around me, When thou shalt show me thy favor.