Psalmorum 142

1 Intellectus David, cum esset in spelunca, oratio. [Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi, voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum.

“A Maskil 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 Effundo in conspectu ejus orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuntio:

I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.

3 in deficiendo ex me spiritum meum, et tu cognovisti semitas meas. In via hac qua ambulabam absconderunt laqueum mihi.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.

4 Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam, et non erat qui cognosceret me: periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.

Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: [every] refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.

5 Clamavi ad te, Domine; dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium.

I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.

6 Intende ad deprecationem meam, quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me, quia confortati sunt super me.

Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.

7 Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo; me exspectant justi donec retribuas mihi.]

Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.