Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

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.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

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

3 When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

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.

4 Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

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.

5 I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

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

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

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

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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.