You Are My Refuge

A Maskil[a] of David, when he was in (A)the cave. A Prayer.

142 With my voice I (B)cry out to the Lord;
    with my voice I (C)plead for mercy to the Lord.
I (D)pour out my complaint before him;
    I tell my trouble before him.

When my spirit (E)faints within me,
    you know my way!
In the path where I walk
    they have (F)hidden a trap for me.
(G)Look to the (H)right and see:
    (I)there is none who takes notice of me;
(J)no refuge remains to me;
    no one cares for my soul.

I cry to you, O Lord;
    I say, “You are my (K)refuge,
    my (L)portion in (M)the land of the living.”
(N)Attend to my cry,
    for (O)I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors,
    (P)for they are too strong for me!
(Q)Bring me out of prison,
    that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me,
    for you will (R)deal bountifully with me.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:1 Probably a musical or liturgical term

Prayer for Help in Trouble.

[a]Maskil of David, when he was [b]in the cave. A Prayer.

142 I (A)cry out with my voice to the Lord;
With my voice I (B)implore the Lord for compassion.
I (C)pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare my (D)trouble before Him.
When (E)my spirit felt weak within me,
You knew my path.
In the way where I walk
They have (F)hidden a trap for me.
Look to the right and see;
For there is (G)no one who regards me favorably;
[c]There is no (H)escape for me;
(I)No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, Lord;
I said, “You are (J)my refuge,
My (K)portion in the (L)land of the living.
(M)Give Your attention to my cry,
For I have been (N)brought very low;
Rescue me from my persecutors,
For they are too (O)strong for me.
(P)Bring my soul out of prison,
So that I may give thanks to Your name;
The righteous will surround me,
For You will (Q)look after me.”

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142 Title Possibly Contemplative; or Didactic; or Skillful Psalm
  2. Psalm 142 Title 1 Sam 22:1; 24:3
  3. Psalm 142:4 Lit Escape has perished from me

Salmo de David. Cuando estaba en la cueva. Oración.

142 ¡Cómo le suplico a Dios; cómo imploro su misericordia y derramo ante él mis quejas y le cuento mis problemas! Porque estoy abrumado y desesperado, y sólo tú sabes qué rumbo debo tomar. Por donde quiera que vaya, mis enemigos me ponen trampas. Mira a mi derecha y ve: nadie me tiende la mano. Nadie me ayuda; a nadie le interesa lo que me pase. Entonces, oro a ti, Señor, y te digo: «Tú eres mi refugio, tú eres lo único que yo quiero en la vida». Escucha mi clamor, pues estoy muy deprimido. Rescátame de mis perseguidores, pues son demasiado fuertes para mí. Sácame de la prisión para que pueda darte gracias. Los justos se reunirán a mi alrededor porque eres bueno conmigo.