Psalm 142
A Mashakayal of Da’ud (When he existed in the cave)
A Hymn of Supplication
My voice toward YAHAUAHA
I will cry out.
My voice toward YAHAUAHA
I will incline.
I will pour forth my quarrel
Before His face
Conspicuously, in the front part
Of His face,
I will declare the narrowness
Of my distress.
When darkness wrapped
Over me,
Over my naphash,
Then You did know
My trodden footpath
In this way
Wherein I walk.
They have hidden a snare
For me.
Regard the right side
And observe—
There lacks to me
Any who recognizes me.
Refuge has failed me.
There is no one
Who treads about
Inquiring for my naphash.
I cry out unto You,
O YAHAUAHA,
I have declared,
“You are my Refuge,
My Portion
In the land
Of the living ones.
Sharpen Your hearing
Toward my mournful cry,
For I am absolutely
Hanging by a thread.
Snatch me away
From my pursuers,
For they are more swift-footed
Than me.
Bring forth my naphash
From the shut-up prison
That I may cast forth praise
Unto ath-Your name.
Then shall the righteous surround me
When You, bountifully,
Repay benefits upon me.”