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.

“A psalm of David; a prayer, when he was in the cave” I cry unto the LORD with my voice; With my voice to the LORD do I make my supplication.

2 I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

I pour out my complaint before him; I declare before him my distress.

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 overwhelmed within me, Thou knowest my path! In the way which I walk, they have hid a snare for me.

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.

I look on my right hand, and behold, But no man knoweth me; Refuge faileth me; No one careth for me.

5 I called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

I cry unto thee, O LORD! I say, Thou art my refuge, My portion 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.

Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they prevail against me!

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.”

Bring me out of prison, That I may praise thy name! The righteous shall gather around me, When thou shalt show me thy favor.