Psalms 142

1 “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.

A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

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

I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

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

When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me.

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

I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

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

So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, “My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.”

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

Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

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

Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.