Psalm 142 – read and compare multiple versions of the Bible

World English Bible

Psalm 142 (WEBP)

[1] I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
[2] I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.
[3] When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.
[4] 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] I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
[6] Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
[7] 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.

Scripture quotations are taken from The World English Bible™ of eBible.org, 2020 stable text edition. It is in the public domain.

King James w/Strong’s #s

Psalm 142 (KJVS)

[1] «Maschil () of David ; A Prayer when he was in the cave .» I cried () unto the LORD with my voice ; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication ().
[2] I poured out () my complaint before him; I shewed () before him my trouble .
[3] 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] 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] I cried () unto thee, O LORD : I said (), Thou [art] my refuge [and] my portion in the land of the living .
[6] Attend () unto my cry ; for I am brought very low (): deliver () me from my persecutors (); for they are stronger () than I.
[7] 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.

Young’s Literal Translation

Psalm 142 (YLT)

[1] My voice is unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice is unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.
[2] I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
[3] 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] 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] I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, ‘Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.’
[6] 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] Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!