Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.