Psalms 142

1 [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.

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

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

3 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.

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

4 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.

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, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, 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 to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.

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, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.

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