Psalms 142 — WEB

A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

142I cry with my voice to the LORD.With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.²I pour out my complaint before him.I tell him my troubles.³When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,you knew my route.On the path in which I walk,they have hidden a snare for me.⁴Look 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.⁵I cried to you, LORD.I said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”⁶Listen to my cry,for I am in desperate need.Deliver me from my persecutors,for they are too strong for me.⁷Bring 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.