Psalm 142

A Prayer for Deliverance from Pursuers

142A maskil of David.

When he was in the cave. A prayer.^a

¹I cry out with my voice to Yahweh;

I implore favor with my voice to Yahweh.

²I pour out my complaint before him;

I declare my trouble before him.

³When my spirit faints within me,

you know my way.

On the path where I walk,

they have hidden a trap for me;

⁴look to my right and see.

There is no one looking out for me;

there is no escape for me;^b

no one cares for my soul.^c

⁵I cry out to you, O Yahweh.

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

⁶Attend to my cry,

for I am brought very low.

Deliver me from my pursuers,

for they are stronger than I.

⁷Bring me^d out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will encircle me,

because you will deal bountifully with me.