Psalms 142

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

A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I call out to the Lord for help; pleading with the Lord for mercy.

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

I pour out my complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

When I'm totally discouraged, you know the direction I should take. But whichever way I go, people set traps for me.

4 Look on [my] right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.

I look to my right for someone to support me—but no one pays me any attention. There's no safe place for me—no one cares about me at all.

5 I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

I cry out to you, Lord, for help, saying, “You are the one who keeps me safe; you are all I need in life.

6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

Please listen to my sad cry, for I'm feeling very low. Please save me from those who are after me, for they're too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Release me from my prison so I can praise you for the person you are! Those who live right will gather round me because you have treated me so well.”