Psalm 142

New International Version

from Biblica
1 I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.[1]2 I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble.3 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.4 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.5 I cry to you, Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’6 Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.7 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

New International Reader’s Version

from Biblica
1 I call out to the LORD. I pray to him for mercy.2 I pour out my problem to him. I tell him about my trouble.3 When I grow weak, you are watching over my life. In the path where I walk, people have hidden a trap to catch me.4 Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me. No one is concerned about me. I have no place of safety. No one cares whether I live or die.5 LORD, I cry out to you. I say, ‘You are my place of safety. You are everything I need in this life.’6 Listen to my cry. I am in great need. Save me from those who are chasing me. They are too strong for me.7 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.