Psalms 142

1 [A Psalm] of instruction for David, when he was in the cave, —a Prayer. I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

En Maskil af David, da han var i Hulen. En Bøn.

2 I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him mine affliction.

Jeg løfter min Røst og raaber til HERREN, jeg løfter min Røst og trygler HERREN,

3 When my spirit was fainting within me, then you knew my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid a snare for me.

udøser min Klage for ham, udtaler min Nød for ham.

4 I looked on [my] right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared for my soul.

Naar Aanden vansmægter i mig, kender du dog min Sti. Paa Vejen, ad hvilken jeg vandrer, lægger de Snarer for mig.

5 I cried to you, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

Jeg skuer til højre og spejder, men ingen vil kendes ved mig, afskaaret er mig hver Tilflugt, ingen bryder sig om min Sjæl.

6 Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.

HERRE, jeg raaber til dig og siger: Du er min Tilflugt, min Del i de levendes Land!

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.

Lyt til mit Klageraab, thi jeg er saare ringe, frels mig fra dem, der forfølger mig, de er for stærke for mig; udfri min Sjæl af dens Fængsel, at jeg kan prise dit Navn! De retfærdige venter i Spænding paa, at du tager dig af mig.