Psalms

(Meditative; of David’s when he was in the cave; a prayer.)

142 Aloud to Jehovah I cry,

aloud with Jehovah I plead.

2 Before him I pour out my complaint,

before him I tell my distress,

3 While my spirit is failing;

but you know my path.

In the road that I walk on

they have buried a trap for me.

4 I look on the right and see,

and there is no one that takes an interest in me;

My place to flee to is lost,

there is no one looking out for my life.

5 I cry to you, Jehovah;

I say “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Listen to my appeal,

because I am in great want:

Deliver me from my persecutors,

because they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my life out of lockup

to give thanks to your name;

Honest men are awaiting my prospect

that you will do me a good turn.