Psalms 142

1 A Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto 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 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

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

3 Though my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.

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 vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

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

5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

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

6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

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 soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.

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