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Psalm 142

Psalm 142

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.”

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Psalm 142 — The New International Version (NIV)

Title 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.

Psalm 142 — English Standard Version (ESV)

Title 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.

Psalm 142 — King James Version (KJV 1900)

Title 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.

Psalm 142 — The New King James Version (NKJV)

Title A Contemplation Of David. A Prayer When He Was in the Cave.

I cry out to the Lord with my voice;

With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.

I pour out my complaint before Him;

I declare before Him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Then You knew my path.

In the way in which I walk

They have secretly set a snare for me.

Look on my right hand and see,

For there is no one who acknowledges me;

Refuge has failed me;

No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, O Lord:

I said, “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 stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison,

That I may praise Your name;

The righteous shall surround me,

For You shall deal bountifully with me.”

Psalm 142 — New Century Version (NCV)

Title A maskil of David when he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry out to the Lord;

I pray to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out my problems to him;

I tell him my troubles.

When I am afraid,

you, Lord, know the way out.

In the path where I walk,

a trap is hidden for me.

Look around me and see.

No one cares about me.

I have no place of safety;

no one cares if I live.

Lord, I cry out to you.

I say, “You are my protection.

You are all I want in this life.”

Listen to my cry,

because I am helpless.

Save me from those who are chasing me,

because they are too strong for me.

Free me from my prison,

and then I will praise your name.

Then good people will surround me,

because you have taken care of me.

Psalm 142 — American Standard Version (ASV)

Title Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer.

I cry with my voice unto Jehovah;

With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

I pour out my complaint before him;

I show before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Thou knewest my path.

In the way wherein I walk

Have they hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right hand, and see;

For there is no man that knoweth me:

Refuge hath failed me;

No man careth for my soul.

I cried unto thee, O Jehovah;

I said, Thou art my refuge,

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 give thanks unto thy name:

The righteous shall compass me about;

For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

Psalm 142 — 1890 Darby Bible (DARBY)

Title An instruction of David; when he was in the cave: a prayer.

I cry unto Jehovah with my voice: with my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication. I pour out my plaint before him; I shew before him my trouble. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they hidden a snare for me.

Look on the right hand and see; there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul. I cried unto thee, Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, 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 celebrate thy name. The righteous shall surround me, because thou dealest bountifully with me.

Psalm 142 — GOD’S WORD Translation (GW)

Title A maskilby David when he was in the cave; a prayer. 

Loudly, I cry to the Lord

Loudly, I plead with the Lord for mercy. 

I pour out my complaints in his presence 

and tell him my troubles. 

When I begin to lose hope, 

you ⸤already⸥ know what I am experiencing. 

⸤My enemies⸥ have hidden a trap for me on the path where I walk. 

Look to my right and see that no one notices me. 

Escape is impossible for me. 

No one cares about me. 

I call out to you, O Lord

I say, “You are my refuge, 

my own inheritance in this world of the living.” 

Pay attention to my cry for help 

because I am very weak. 

Rescue me from those who pursue me 

because they are too strong for me. 

Release my soul from prison 

so that I may give thanks to your name. 

Righteous people will surround me 

because you are good to me. 

Psalm 142 — The Holman Christian Standard Bible (HCSB)

Title A Davidic Maskil. 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.

Psalm 142 — The New Revised Standard Version (NRSV)

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

With my voice I cry to the Lord;

with my voice I make supplication to the Lord.

I pour out my complaint before him;

I tell my trouble before him.

When my spirit is faint,

you know my way.

In the path where I walk

they have hidden a trap for me.

Look on my right hand and see—

there is no one who takes notice of me;

no refuge remains to me;

no one cares for me.

I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Give heed to my cry,

for I am brought very low.

Save me from my persecutors,

for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison,

so that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will surround me,

for you will deal bountifully with me.

Psalm 142 — The Lexham English Bible (LEB)

Title 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.

Psalm 142 — New International Reader’s Version (1998) (NIrV)

Title A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil.

I call out to the Lord.

I pray to him for his favor.

I pour out my problem to him.

I tell him about my trouble.

When I grow weak,

you know what I’m going through.

In the path where I walk,

people have hidden a trap to catch me.

Look around me, and you will see

that no one is concerned about me.

I have no place of safety.

No one cares whether I live or die.

Lord, I cry out to you.

I say, “You are my place of safety.

You are everything I need in this life.”

Listen to my cry.

I am in great need.

Save me from those who are chasing me.

They are too strong for me.

My troubles are like a prison.

Set me free so I can praise your name.

Then those who do what is right will gather around me

because you have been good to me.

Psalm 142 — New American Standard Bible: 1995 Update (NASB95)

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

I cry aloud with my voice to the Lord;

I make supplication with my voice to the Lord.

I pour out my complaint before Him;

I declare my trouble before Him.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

You knew my path.

In the way where I walk

They have hidden a trap for me.

Look to the right and see;

For there is no one who regards me;

There is no escape for me;

No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, O Lord;

I said, “You are my refuge,

My portion in the land of the living.

Give heed to my cry,

For I am brought very low;

Deliver me from my persecutors,

For they are too strong for me.

Bring my soul out of prison,

So that I may give thanks to Your name;

The righteous will surround me,

For You will deal bountifully with me.”


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