Psalms 142

1 A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I call out to the Lord for help; pleading with the Lord for mercy.

A poem of David when was he in the cave a prayer. Voice my to Yahweh I cry out voice my to Yahweh I seek favor.

2 I pour out my complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.

I pour out before him complaint my trouble my before him I tell.

3 When I'm totally discouraged, you know the direction I should take. But whichever way I go, people set traps for me.

When faints away on me - spirit my and you you know pathway my in [the] path which I walk people have hidden a snare for me.

4 I look to my right for someone to support me—but no one pays me any attention. There's no safe place for me—no one cares about me at all.

Look right - and see and not [belongs] to me [one who] recognizes it has been lost a place of escape from me there not [is one who] cares for self my.

5 I cry out to you, Lord, for help, saying, “You are the one who keeps me safe; you are all I need in life.

I cry out to you O Yahweh I say you [are] refuge my portion my in [the] land of the living.

6 Please listen to my sad cry, for I'm feeling very low. Please save me from those who are after me, for they're too strong for me.

Pay attention! - to cry of entreaty my for I have become low exceedingly deliver me from [those who] harass me for they are [too] strong for me.

7 Release me from my prison so I can praise you for the person you are! Those who live right will gather round me because you have treated me so well.”

Bring out! from prison - self my to give thanks to name your me they will surround righteous [people] for you deal bountifully towards me.