Psalms Chapter 142
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מַשְׂכִּ֥יל לְדָוִ֑ד בִּֽהְיוֹת֖וֹ בַמְּעָרָ֣ה תְפִלָּֽה׃
A Maskil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.
A maskil of David, when he was in the cave [(where he cut the corner of Saul's robe, viz. I Samuel 24:4)], a prayer:
ק֭וֹלִי אֶל־יְהֹוָ֣ה אֶזְעָ֑ק ק֝וֹלִ֗י אֶל־יְהֹוָ֥ה אֶתְחַנָּֽן׃
I cry to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I make my supplication to the Lord.
[With] my voice to the L rd shall I cry out. [With] my voice to the L rd shall I make supplication.
אֶשְׁפֹּ֣ךְ לְפָנָ֣יו שִׂיחִ֑י צָ֝רָתִ֗י לְפָנָ֥יו אַגִּֽיד׃
I pour out my complaint before him; I declare my trouble before him.
I shall pour out my plaint before Him. I shall indite my affliction before Him.
בְּהִתְעַטֵּ֬ף עָלַ֨י**׀** רוּחִ֗י וְאַתָּה֮ יָדַ֢עְתָּ נְֽתִיבָ֫תִ֥י בְּאֹֽרַח־ז֥וּ אֲהַלֵּ֑ךְ טָמְנ֖וּ פַ֣ח לִֽי׃
When my spirit faints within me, then Thou knowst my path. In the way wherein I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
When my spirit was enwrapped [in woe] upon me, and You knew my path [to be full of snares]; in whichever way I went they had buried a trap for me —
הַבֵּ֤יט יָמִ֨ין**׀** וּרְאֵה֮ וְאֵֽין־לִ֢י מַ֫כִּ֥יר אָבַ֣ד מָנ֣וֹס מִמֶּ֑נִּי אֵ֖ין דּוֹרֵ֣שׁ לְנַפְשִֽׁי׃
I look on my right hand, and behold, but there is no man that knows me: I have nowhere to flee; no man cares for my soul.
[I] looked to the right [and to the left] and saw that no one knew me [i.e., none of all of Saul's servants protested in my behalf.] Refuge fled from me; no one was solicitous of my soul —
זָעַ֥קְתִּי אֵלֶ֗יךָ יְ֫הֹוָ֥ה אָ֭מַרְתִּי אַתָּ֣ה מַחְסִ֑י חֶ֝לְקִ֗י בְּאֶ֣רֶץ הַחַיִּֽים׃
I cried to Thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
I cried out to You, O L rd. I said that You are my refuge, my portion in the land of life.
הַקְשִׁ֤יבָה**׀** אֶֽל־רִנָּתִי֮ כִּֽי־דַלּ֢וֹתִ֫י מְאֹ֥ד הַצִּילֵ֥נִי מֵרֹדְפַ֑י כִּ֖י אָמְצ֣וּ מִמֶּֽנִּי׃
Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
Give ear to my plaint, for I am greatly humbled. Save me from my pursuers, for they have grown stronger than I.
ה֘וֹצִ֤יאָה מִמַּסְגֵּ֨ר**׀** נַפְשִׁי֮ לְהוֹד֢וֹת אֶת־שְׁ֫מֶ֥ךָ בִּ֭י יַכְתִּ֣רוּ צַדִּיקִ֑ים כִּ֖י תִגְמֹ֣ל עָלָֽי׃{פ}
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to Thy name: the righteous shall crown themselves in me; for Thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
Release my soul from its constraint to praise Your name. Because of me let the righteous crown You [(as supporting those who fear You)], when [they see that] You are compassionate to me.