Psalms 142

1 I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD did I make my supplication.

A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

2 I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

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

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privately laid a snare for me.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

5 I cried to you, O LORD: I said, You are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall compass me about; for you shall deal bountifully with me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.