Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. I cry with my voice unto the LORD; with my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

2 I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on [my] right hand, and see; for there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for 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 the living.

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.