Psalms 142

1 A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

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

2 I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

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

4 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.

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.

5 I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

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

6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

7 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.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.