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:

I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD did I make my supplication.

2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

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.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privately laid 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.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared 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 cried to you, O LORD: I said, You are my refuge and 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.

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

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.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall compass me about; for you shall deal bountifully with me.