Psalms 142

1 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD I made my supplication.

The understanding of David. A prayer, when he was in the cave. With my voice, I cried out to the Lord. With my voice, I made supplication to the Lord.

2 I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

In his sight, I pour out my prayer, and before him, I declare my tribulation.

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

Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.

4 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.

I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.

5 I cried to thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

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

Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.

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

Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.