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.

Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

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

I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

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.

When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

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.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care 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 have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage 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.

Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

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.

Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.