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 poem of David when was he in the cave a prayer. Voice my to Yahweh I cry out voice my to Yahweh I seek favor.

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

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

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 faints away on me - spirit my and you you know pathway my in [the] path which I walk people 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 right - and see and not [belongs] to me [one who] recognizes it has been lost a place of escape from me there not [is one who] cares for self my.

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

I cry out to you O Yahweh I say you [are] refuge my portion my 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.

Pay attention! - to cry of entreaty my for I have become low exceedingly deliver me from [those who] harass me 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 out! from prison - self my to give thanks to name your me they will surround righteous [people] for you deal bountifully towards me.