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.

[A Psalm] of instruction for David, when he was in the cave, —a Prayer. I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

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

I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him mine affliction.

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 fainting within me, then you knew my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid 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 behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that 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 to you, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, 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 to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; 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 give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.