1 Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.

2 \142:1\The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

3 \142:2\I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

4 \142:3\When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

5 \142:4\Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

6 \142:5\I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

7 \142:6\Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

8 \142:7\Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

2 Derramo o meu choro perante a sua face. Exponho a minha angústia.

3 E no meio de todo esse meu desespero, só ele sabe dar-me o escape! Os meus inimigos aproveitam-se dessa situação para me armarem ciladas.

4 Se procuro alguém que me ajude, acho-me completamente sozinho! Ninguém me pode servir de refúgio. Ninguém quer saber de mim!

6 Ouve a minha oração, pois estou tão abatido! Livra-me dos que me perseguem, porque são muito mais fortes que eu!

7 Arranca-me desta prisão, porque só assim poderei louvar o teu nome! E todos aqueles que te seguem se juntarão a mim, ao constatarem todo o bem que me fizeste!