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 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 I powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.

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

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.

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

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

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

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

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