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 maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.

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

I pour out my lament 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 is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap 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.

I look to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

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

I called out to you, Yahweh; 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 call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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 so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”