Psalms 142

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

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 When my spirit fainteth within me — Thou knowest my path — in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.

Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.

5 I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.