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.

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 tell him my troubles.

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

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.

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, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares 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 cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are 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 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. 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 to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.

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