Chapter 142
Psalms 142
Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.
Hebrew numbers 8 verses here, the KJV 7 — shown at matching numbers, not remapped
I cried vnto the LORD with my voice: with my voice vnto the LORD did I make my supplication.
GenevaA Psalme of David, to give instruction, and a prayer, when he was in the cave. I cryed vnto the Lord with my voyce: with my voyce I prayed vnto the Lord.
מַשְׂכִּ֥יל לְ/דָוִ֑ד בִּ/הְיוֹת֖/וֹ בַ/מְּעָרָ֣ה תְפִלָּֽה
I powred out my complaint before him: I shewed before him my trouble.
GenevaI powred out my meditation before him, and declared mine affliction in his presence.
ק֭וֹלִ/י אֶל יְהוָ֣ה אֶזְעָ֑ק ק֝וֹלִ֗/י אֶל יְהוָ֥ה אֶתְחַנָּֽן
When my spirit was ouerwhelmed within mee, then thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily laid a snare for me.
GenevaThough my spirit was in perplexitie in me, yet thou knewest my path: in the way wherein I walked, haue they priuily layde a snare for me.
אֶשְׁפֹּ֣ךְ לְ/פָנָ֣י/ו שִׂיחִ֑/י צָ֝רָתִ֗/י לְ/פָנָ֥י/ו אַגִּֽיד
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 soule.
GenevaI looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
בְּ/הִתְעַטֵּ֬ף עָלַ֨/י רוּחִ֗/י וְ/אַתָּה֮ יָדַ֪עְתָּ נְֽתִיבָ֫תִ֥/י בְּ/אֹֽרַח ז֥וּ אֲהַלֵּ֑ךְ טָמְנ֖וּ פַ֣ח לִֽ/י
I cried vnto thee, O LORD, I said, Thou art my refuge, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
GenevaThen cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
הַבֵּ֤יט יָמִ֨ין וּ/רְאֵה֮ וְ/אֵֽין לִ֪/י מַ֫כִּ֥יר אָבַ֣ד מָנ֣וֹס מִמֶּ֑/נִּי אֵ֖ין דּוֹרֵ֣שׁ לְ/נַפְשִֽׁ/י
Attend vnto my crie, for I am brought very low, deliuer mee from my persecuters: for they are stronger then I.
GenevaHearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.
זָעַ֥קְתִּי אֵלֶ֗י/ךָ יְה֫וָ֥ה אָ֭מַרְתִּי אַתָּ֣ה מַחְסִ֑/י חֶ֝לְקִ֗/י בְּ/אֶ֣רֶץ הַֽ/חַיִּים
Bring my soule out of prison, that I may praise thy Name: the righteous shall compasse me about: for thou shalt deale bountifully with me.
GenevaBring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.
הַקְשִׁ֤יבָ/ה אֶֽל רִנָּתִ/י֮ כִּֽי דַלּ֪וֹתִ֫י מְאֹ֥ד הַצִּילֵ֥/נִי מֵ/רֹדְפַ֑/י כִּ֖י אָמְצ֣וּ מִמֶּֽ/נִּי
End of ps chapter 142.