Psalms 142

1 I CRIED unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

“A Maskil 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.

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

I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.

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

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid 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 to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: [every] refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.

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

Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.

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

Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.