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.

Intellectus David, Cum esset in spelunca, oratio. Voce mea ad Dominum clamavi: voce mea ad Dominum deprecatus sum:

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

Effundo in conspectu eius orationem meam, et tribulationem meam ante ipsum pronuncio.

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.

In deficiendo ex me spiritum meum, et tu cognovisti semitas meas. In via hac, qua ambulabam, absconderunt laqueum mihi.

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.

Considerabam ad dexteram, et videbam: et non erat qui cognosceret me. Periit fuga a me, et non est qui requirat animam meam.

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

Clamavi ad te Domine, dixi: Tu es spes mea, portio mea in terra viventium.

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

Intende ad deprecationem meam: quia humiliatus sum nimis. Libera me a persequentibus me: quia confortati sunt super me.

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.

Educ de custodia animam meam ad confitendum nomini tuo: me expectant iusti, donec retribuas mihi.