Psalm 142
King James Version
142 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 142
Amplified Bible, Classic Edition
Psalm 142
A skillful song, or a didactic or reflective poem, of David; when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
1 I cry to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication.
2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed and fainted [throwing all its weight] upon me, then You knew my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look on the right hand [the point of attack] and see; for there is no man who knows me [to appear for me]. Refuge has failed me and I have no way to flee; no man cares for my life or my welfare.
5 I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my life out of prison, that I may confess, praise, and give thanks to Your name; the righteous will surround me and crown themselves because of me, for You will deal bountifully with me.
Salmos 142
La Palabra (España)
Salmo 142 (141)
Ante él desahogo mi pesar
142 Poema de David cuando estaba en la cueva. Oración.
2 A voz en grito invoco al Señor,
a voz en grito al Señor ruego.
3 Ante él desahogo mi pesar,
ante él proclamo mi angustia.
4 Cuando mi ánimo desfallece,
tú sabes por dónde camino;
en la senda que recorro,
una trampa me han tendido.
5 Mira a la derecha, observa:
no hay nadie que me conozca;
me he quedado sin refugio,
no hay quien cuide de mí.
6 Señor, a ti te invoco y digo:
“Mi refugio eres tú,
mi porción en la tierra de los vivos”.
7 Atiende mi clamor,
que estoy muy abatido;
líbrame de quienes me persiguen,
que son más fuertes que yo.
8 Sácame de esta prisión
para así alabar tu nombre.
Los justos me rodearán,
cuando tú me favorezcas.
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La Palabra, (versión española) © 2010 Texto y Edición, Sociedad Bíblica de España