Psalm 142
A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
1 I cry
with my voice to
the LORD.
With my voice,
I ask the LORD
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, LORD.
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.