King James Version

Psalm 142

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

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

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.

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 cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

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

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.

New International Reader's Version

Psalm 142

Psalm 142

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

I call out to the Lord.
    I pray to him for mercy.
I pour out my problem to him.
    I tell him about my trouble.

When I grow weak,
    you are watching over my life.
In the path where I walk,
    people have hidden a trap to catch me.
Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me.
    No one is concerned about me.
I have no place of safety.
    No one cares whether I live or die.

Lord, I cry out to you.
    I say, “You are my place of safety.
    You are everything I need in this life.”
Listen to my cry.
    I am in great need.
Save me from those who are chasing me.
    They are too strong for me.
My troubles are like a prison.
    Set me free so I can praise your name.

Then those who do what is right will gather around me
    because you have been good to me.