Psalms 142

1 A maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.

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 lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

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

3 When my spirit is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap 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 I look to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

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 called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “You are 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 Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue 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 so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to 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.