142 I 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.

142 (0) A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer:

(1) With my voice I cry to Adonai,
with my voice I plead to Adonai for mercy.
(2) Before him I pour out my complaint,
before him I tell my trouble.
(3) When my spirit faints within me,
you watch over my path.
By the road that I am walking
they have hidden a snare for me.
(4) Look to my right, and see
that no one recognizes me.
I have no way of escape;
nobody cares for me.

(5) I cried out to you, Adonai;
I said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
(6) Listen to my cry,
for I have been brought very low.

Rescue me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
(7) Lead me out of prison,
so that I can give thanks to your name;
in me the righteous will be crowning themselves,
because you will have treated me generously.