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 maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.

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

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

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 weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap 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 to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

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

I called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “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 call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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 my soul out of prison so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”