Psalms 142

¹ A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.

² With full voice I cry to the LORD; with full voice I beseech the LORD.

³ Before God I pour out my complaint, lay bare my distress.

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 I look to my right hand, but no friend is there. There is no escape for me; no one cares for me.

⁶ I cry out to you, LORD, I say, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

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 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.