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.

I cry with my voice to Jehovah. With my voice to Jehovah I make supplication.

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

I pour out my complaint before him. I show my trouble before him.

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 was overwhelmed within me, thou knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have 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 who knows me. Refuge has failed me. No man cares for my soul.

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

I cried to thee, O Jehovah. I said, Thou are 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 to my cry, for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

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 to thy name. The righteous shall encompass me around, for thou will deal bountifully with me.