Psalms 142

1 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.

A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer. Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,

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

I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.

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

When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me.

4 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.

I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

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

So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, “My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.”

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

Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

7 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.

Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.