Psalms 142

1 With my voice––to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice––to Yahweh, make I supplication: 2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress––before him, I tell. 3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path,––In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me. 4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard,––Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life. 5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh,––I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living. 6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low,––Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I. 7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name,––About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.