Psalms 142

DOUAI-RHEIMS	NEW AMERICAN BIBLE
1 I have cried to the, O Lord, hear me: hearken to my voice, when I cry to thee.	1 A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
2 Let my prayer be directed as incense in thy sight; the lifting up of my hands, as evening sacrifice.	2 With full voice I cry to the LORD; with full voice I beseech the LORD.
3 Set a watch, O Lord, before my mouth: and a door round about my lips.	3 Before God I pour out my complaint, lay bare my distress.
4 Incline not my heart to evil words; to make excuses in sins. With men that work iniquity: and I will not communicate with the choicest of them.	4 My spirit is faint within me, but you know my path. Along the way I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
5 The just shall correct me in mercy, and shall reprove me: but let not the oil of the sinner fatten my head. For my prayer also shall still be against the things with which they are well pleased:	5 I look to my right hand, but no friend is there. There is no escape for me; no one cares for me.
6 their judges falling upon the rock have been swallowed up. They shall hear my words, for they have prevailed:	6 I cry out to you, LORD, I say, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
7 as when the thickness of the earth is broken up upon the ground: Our bones are scattered by the side of hell.	7 Listen to my cry for help, for I am brought very low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
8 But o to thee, O Lord, Lord, are my eyes: in thee have I put my trust, take not away my soul.	8 Lead me out of my prison, that I may give thanks to your name. Then the just shall gather around me because you have been good to me.
9 Keep me from the snare, which they have laid for me, and from the stumblingblocks of them that work iniquity.
10 The wicked shall fall in his net: I am alone until I pass.