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Psalms 142
King James Version (1769 Blayney revision, with Apocrypha) · Berean Standard Bible
I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
A Maskil (note: Maskil is probably a musical or liturgical term; used for Psalms 32, 42, 44–45, 52–55, 74, 78, 88–89, and 142.) 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.
I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.
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.
Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld (note: Or, Look on the right hand, and see), but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me (note: Heb. perished from me); no man cared for my soul (note: Heb. no man sought after 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.
I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and 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.”
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; 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.
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.
Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.