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.

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

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

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 was overwhelmed within me, you knew my path. In the way in which I walk, they have 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, 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 Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.

I cried to you, LORD. I said, "You are 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.

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than 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 to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.