Psalms 142

1 I cried unto YHWH with my voice; with my voice unto YHWH 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 shewed 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 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, you knew my path. In the way 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 unto thee, O YHWH: I said, Thou art 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 unto 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 stronger than 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 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.