Psalms 142

1 “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.

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.

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

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

3 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.

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

4 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.

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.

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

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

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

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

7 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.

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.