Psalm 142

1 I cry out to the Lord with my voice; With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.

A Plea for Relief from PersecutorsA Contemplation Of David. A Prayer When He Was in the Cave.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble.3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk They have secretly set a snare for me.4 Look on my right hand and see, For there is no one who acknowledges me; Refuge has failed me; No one cares for my soul.5 I cried out to You, O Lord: I said, You are my refuge, 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.7 Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise Your name; The righteous shall surround me, For You shall deal bountifully with me.

Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

1 I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

2 I pour out my complaint before him;
before him I tell my trouble.

3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who know my way.
In the path where I walk
men have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look to my right and see;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.

5 I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.

7 Set me free from my prison,
that I may praise your name.

Then the righteous will gather about me
because of your goodness to me.