Psalms 142

1 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,

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

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

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

3 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.

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 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.

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 So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, ‘My refuge are you, all I have 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 Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, 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 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.

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.