^{1 Ref} <Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.> The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

^{2 Ref} I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

^{3 Ref} When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

^{4 Ref} 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.

^{5 Ref} 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.

^{6 Ref} 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.

^{7 Ref} 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.

^{1 Ref} > I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.

^{2 Ref} I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

^{3 Ref} When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path. In the way in which I walk, They have hidden a snare for me.

^{4 Ref} Look on my right, and see; For there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

^{5 Ref} I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, "You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living."

^{6 Ref} Listen to my cry, For I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me.

^{7 Ref} Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, For you will be good to me.

^{1 Ref} I cry with my voice unto Jehovah; With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

^{2 Ref} I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.

^{3 Ref} When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

^{4 Ref} Look on `my' right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.

^{5 Ref} I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

^{6 Ref} Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

^{7 Ref} Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me. Psalm 143 A Psalm of David.