< 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,
[A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.] I cry with my voice to Jehovah. With my voice, I ask Jehovah for mercy.
2 I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him.
I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
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, you 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, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one 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 you, Jehovah. I said, "You 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.
Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than me.
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 your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

< Psalms 142 >