^{1 Ref} I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

^{2 Ref} I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

^{3 Ref} When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.

^{4 Ref} I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

^{5 Ref} I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and 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 praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with 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.

^{1 Ref} An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice `is' unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.

^{2 Ref} I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

^{3 Ref} When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way `in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

^{4 Ref} Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

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

^{6 Ref} Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.

^{7 Ref} Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!