Psalms 142

1 [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.

“A psalm of David; a prayer, when he was in the cave” I cry unto the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD do I make my supplication.

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

I pour out my complaint before him; I declare before him my distress.

3 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.

When my spirit is overwhelmed within me, Thou knowest my path! In the way which I walk, they have hid a snare for me.

4 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.

I look on my right hand, and behold, But no man knoweth me; Refuge faileth me; No one careth for me.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."

I cry unto thee, O LORD! I say, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than me.

Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they prevail against me!

7 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.

Bring me out of prison, That I may praise thy name! The righteous shall gather around me, When thou shalt show me thy favor.