Chapter 142

1A maskil of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.   אמַשְׂכִּ֥יל לְדָוִ֑ד בִּֽהְיוֹת֖וֹ בַמְּעָרָ֣ה תְפִלָּֽה:
in the cave: where he severed the skirt of Saul’s robe.  
2[With] my voice, I cry out to the Lord; [with] my voice, I supplicate the Lord.   בקוֹלִי אֶל־יְהֹוָ֣ה אֶזְעָ֑ק ק֜וֹלִ֗י אֶל־יְ֘הֹוָ֥ה אֶתְחַנָּֽן:
3I pour out before Him my speech; my distress I recite before Him.   גאֶשְׁפֹּ֣ךְ לְפָנָ֣יו שִׂיחִ֑י צָֽ֜רָתִ֗י לְפָ֘נָ֥יו אַגִּֽיד:
4When my spirit enwraps itself upon me, and You know my path. In whichever way I go, they have hidden a snare for me.   דבְּהִתְעַטֵּ֬ף עָלַ֜י | רוּחִ֗י וְאַתָּה֘ יָדַ֪עְתָּ נְתִֽיבָ֫תִ֥י בְּאֹֽרַח־ז֥וּ אֲהַלֵּ֑ךְ טָֽמְנ֖וּ פַ֥ח לִֽי:
and You know my path: how many snares are in it.  
5Looking to the right, I see that no one recognizes me; escape is lost from me; no one seeks my soul.   ההַבֵּ֚יט יָמִ֨ין | וּרְאֵה֘ וְאֵין־לִ֪י מַ֫כִּ֥יר אָבַ֣ד מָנ֣וֹס מִמֶּ֑נִּי אֵ֖ין דּוֹרֵ֣שׁ לְנַפְשִֽׁי:
no one recognizes me: Among all of Saul’s servants, there is no one who protests against him.  
6I cried out to You, O Lord; I said, "You are my refuge, my lot in the land of the living."   וזָעַ֥קְתִּי אֵלֶ֗יךָ יְהֹ֫וָ֥ה אָ֖מַרְתִּי אַתָּ֣ה מַחְסִּ֑י חֶ֜לְקִ֗י בְּאֶ֣רֶץ הַֽחַיִּים:
7Hearken to my cry for I have become very low; save me from my pursuers for they have overpowered me.   זהַקְשִׁ֚יבָה | אֶל־רִנָּתִי֘ כִּֽי־דַלּ֪וֹתִי מְ֫אֹ֥ד הַצִּילֵ֥נִי מֵרֹֽדְפַ֑י כִּ֖י אָֽמְצ֣וּ מִמֶּֽנִּי:
8Take my soul out of confinement to give thanks to Your name; because of me the righteous will crown You, because You will recompense me.   חה֘וֹצִ֚יאָה מִמַּסְגֵּ֨ר | נַפְשִׁי֘ לְהוֹד֪וֹת אֶת־שְׁ֫מֶ֥ךָ בִּ֖י יַכְתִּ֣רוּ צַדִּיקִ֑ים כִּ֖י תִגְמֹ֣ל עָלָֽי:
because of me the righteous will crown You: Because of me, the righteous will crown You and give thanks to Your name, for You support those who fear You.