1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.(142:2) With my voice I cry unto the Lord: with my voice I make supplication unto the Lord.
2 (142:3) I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.
3 (142:4) When my spirit was overwhelmed within meand thou knowest well my pathon the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.
4 (142:5) Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: every refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.
5 (142:6) I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.
6 (142:7) Listen unto my entreaty; for I am very miserable: deliver me from my pursuers; for they are too mighty for me.
7 (142:8) Bring forth out of prison my soul, that I may thank thy name: with me shall the righteous crown themselves, when thou wilt deal bountifully with me.