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Psalm 142:title–7

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Give Heed to My Cry

A †Maskil of David. When he was •in the cave. A Prayer.

1With my voice to Yahweh, I acry aloud;

With my voice to Yahweh, I bmake supplication.

2I apour out my complaint before Him;

I declare my bdistress before Him.

3When amy spirit 1was faint within me,

You knew my path.

In the way where I walk

They have bhidden a trap for me.

4Look to the right and see;

That there is ano one who regards me;

bA way of escape has been destroyed from me;

cNo one cares for my soul.

5I cried out to You, O Yahweh;

I said, “You are amy refuge,

My bportion in the cland of the living.

6“aGive heed to my cry of lamentation,

For I am bbrought very low;

Deliver me from my persecutors,

For they are too cstrong for me.

7“aBring my soul out of prison,

To give thanks to Your name;

The righteous will encircle me,

For You will bdeal bountifully with me.”

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Footnotes

  1. †Possibly Contemplative, Didactic, Skillful Psalm
  2. 1Lit fainted

Cross references

  1. •1 Sam 22:1; 24:3
  2. aPs 77:1
  3. bPs 30:8
  4. aPs 102: title
  5. bPs 77:2
  6. aPs 77:3; 143:4
  7. bPs 140:5
  8. aPs 31:11; 88:8, 18
  9. bJob 11:20; Jer 25:35
  10. cJer 30:17
  11. aPs 91:2, 9
  12. bPs 16:5; 73:26
  13. cPs 27:13
  14. aPs 17:1
  15. bPs 79:8; 116:6
  16. cPs 18:17
  17. aPs 143:11; 146:7
  18. bPs 13:6

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In other versions

ESVEnglish Standard Version

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

With my voice I cry out to the Lord;

with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord.

I pour out my complaint before him;

I tell my trouble before him.

When my spirit faints within me,

you know my way!

In the path where I walk

they have hidden a trap for me.

Look to the right and see:

there is none who takes notice of me;

no refuge remains to me;

no one cares for my soul.

I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Attend to my cry,

for I am brought very low!

Deliver me from my persecutors,

for they are too strong for me!

Bring me out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name!

The righteous will surround me,

for you will deal bountifully with me.

Copyright 2001 Crossway Bibles

NIVNew International Version (2011)

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry aloud to the Lord;

I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out before him my complaint;

before him I tell my trouble.

When my spirit grows faint within me,

it is you who watch over my way.

In the path where I walk

people have hidden a snare for me.

Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;

no one is concerned for me.

I have no refuge;

no one cares for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry,

for I am in desperate need;

rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

Set me free from my prison,

that I may praise your name.

Then the righteous will gather about me

because of your goodness to me.

Copyright 1973, 1978, 1984, 2011 Biblica, Inc.

CSBChristian Standard Bible

A Maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry aloud to the Lord;

I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before him;

I reveal my trouble to him.

Although my spirit is weak within me,

you know my way.

Along this path I travel

they have hidden a trap for me.

Look to the right and see:

no one stands up for me;

there is no refuge for me;

no one cares about me.

I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry,

for I am very weak.

Rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

Free me from prison

so that I can praise your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because you deal generously with me.

Copyright 2017 Holman Bible Publishers

NLTNew Living Translation

A psalm of David, regarding his experience in the cave. A prayer.

I cry out to the Lord;

I plead for the Lord’s mercy.

I pour out my complaints before him

and tell him all my troubles.

When I am overwhelmed,

you alone know the way I should turn.

Wherever I go,

my enemies have set traps for me.

I look for someone to come and help me,

but no one gives me a passing thought!

No one will help me;

no one cares a bit what happens to me.

Then I pray to you, O Lord.

I say, “You are my place of refuge.

You are all I really want in life.

Hear my cry,

for I am very low.

Rescue me from my persecutors,

for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison

so I can thank you.

The godly will crowd around me,

for you are good to me.”

Holy Bible, New Living Translation, copyright © 1996, 2004, 2015 by Tyndale House Foundation. Used by permission of Tyndale House Publishers. All rights reserved.

LEBThe Lexham English Bible

A maskil of David.

When he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry out with my voice to Yahweh;

I implore favor with my voice to Yahweh.

I pour out my complaint before him;

I declare my trouble before him.

When my spirit faints within me,

you know my way.

On the path where I walk,

they have hidden a trap for me;

look to my right and see.

There is no one looking out for me;

there is no escape for me;

no one cares for my soul.

I cry out to you, O Yahweh.

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Attend to my cry,

for I am brought very low.

Deliver me from my pursuers,

for they are stronger than I.

Bring me out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will encircle me,

because you will deal bountifully with me.

Copyright 2012 Lexham Press

KJV 1900King James Version

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

I cried unto the Lord with my voice;

With my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

I poured out my complaint before him;

I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Then thou knewest my path.

In the way wherein I walked

Have they privily laid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld,

But there was no man that would know me:

Refuge failed me;

No man cared for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Lord:

I said, Thou art my refuge

And my portion in the land of the living.

Attend unto my cry;

For I am brought very low:

Deliver me from my persecutors;

For they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison,

That I may praise thy name:

The righteous shall compass me about;

For thou shalt deal bountifully with me.

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