Psalms 142

1 The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

1I cry with my voice unto Jehovah; With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

2I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.

3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

4Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

4Look onmy right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.

5I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

5I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

6Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

6Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

7Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

7Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.