Psalm 142

A Cry of Distress

A Maskil of David. When he was in the cave. ^a A prayer.

¹I cry aloud to the Lord; ^b

I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy. ^c

²I pour out my complaint before him;

I reveal my trouble to him. ^d

³Although my spirit is weak within me,

you know my way. ^e

Along this path I travel

they have hidden a trap for me. ^f

⁴Look to the right and see: ^g

no one stands up for me;

there is no refuge for me;

no one cares about me. ^h

⁵I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

my portion in the land of the living.” ⁱ

⁶Listen to my cry,

for I am very weak. ^j

Rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me. ^k

⁷Free me from prison

so that I can praise your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because you deal generously with me. ^l