Psalms 142

¹ You Are My Refuge A Maskil of David , when he was in the cave . A Prayer . With my voice I cry out to the Lord ; with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord .

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

³ When my spirit faints within me, you know my way ! In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

⁴ Look to the right and see : there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul .

⁵ I cry to you , O Lord ; I say , 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 too strong for me!

⁷ Bring me out of prison , that I may give thanks to your name ! The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.

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

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

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

⁴ Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.

⁵ I cry to you, 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.

¹ I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

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

³ When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid 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.

⁵ I cried unto thee, O Lord : I said, Thou art my refuge and 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 stronger than I.

⁷ Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name : the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me. Psalm 141 Books Psalm 143