Psalms 142

1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock. The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

I cried unto Yhwh with my voice; with my voice unto Yhwh did I make my supplication.

2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

I cried unto thee, O Yhwh: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

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

7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

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