Psalms 142

1 An Instructive Psalm of David. When he was in the Cave. A Prayer. With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I 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 before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

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

3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path, —In the course which I was about to take, they had 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 to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard, —Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

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 have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh, —I have 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 thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low, —Rescue me from my pursuers, 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 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name, —About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt 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.