Psalm 142–143

Psalm 142

^||Maschil of David; A Prayer ^*when he was in the cave.

^1aI cried unto the Lord with my voice;

With my voice unto the Lord did I ^bmake my supplication.

²I ^cpoured out my ^dcomplaint before him;

I shewed before him my trouble.

³When ^emy spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Then thou knewest my path.

In the way wherein I walked

Have they ^fprivily laid a snare for me.

^4g||I looked on my ^hright hand, and beheld,

But there was no man that would ⁱknow me:

Refuge ^†failed me;

^†No man cared for my soul.

⁵I cried unto thee, O Lord:

^kI said, Thou art my ^lrefuge

And ^mmy portion ⁿin the land of the living.

^6oAttend unto my cry;

^pFor I am brought very low:

Deliver me from my persecutors;

^qFor they are stronger than I.

^7rBring my soul out of prison,

That I may praise thy name:

The righteous shall compass me about;

For thou shalt ^sdeal bountifully with me.

Psalm 143

A Psalm of David.

¹Hear my prayer, O Lord,

^aGive ear to my supplications:

^bIn thy faithfulness answer me, and ^bin thy righteousness.

²And ^center not into judgment with thy servant:

For ^din thy sight shall no man living be justified.

³For the enemy hath persecuted my soul;

He hath smitten my life down to the ground;

He hath made me to dwell ^ein darkness, as those that have been long dead.

⁴Therefore ^fis my spirit overwhelmed within me;

My heart within me ^gis desolate.

^5hI remember ⁱthe days of old;

I meditate on all thy ^jkworks;

I muse on ^kthe work of thy hands.

^6lI stretch forth my hands unto thee:

^mMy soul ⁿthirsteth after thee, ^oas a thirsty land. Selah.

^7pHear me speedily, O Lord: ^qmy spirit faileth:

^prHide not thy face from me,

^s||Lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

⁸Cause me to hear thy lovingkindness ^tin the morning;

For ^uin thee do I trust:

^wCause me to know the way wherein I should walk;

For ^xI lift up my soul unto thee.

^9yDeliver me, O Lord, from mine enemies:

I ^†flee unto thee to hide me.

^10zTeach me to do ^athy will; for thou art my God:

^bThy spirit is good; ^clead me into ^dthe land of uprightness.

^11eQuicken me, O Lord, ^ffor thy name’s sake:

For thy righteousness’ sake ^gbring my soul out of trouble.

¹²And of thy mercy ^hcut off mine enemies,

And destroy all them that afflict my soul:

For ⁱI am thy servant.