Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

¹I cry aloud to the Lord;

I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

²I pour out before him my complaint;

before him I tell my trouble.

³When my spirit grows faint within me,

it is you who watch over my way.

In the path where I walk

people have hidden a snare for me.

⁴Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;

no one is concerned for me.

I have no refuge;

no one cares for my life.

⁵I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

⁶Listen to my cry,

for I am in desperate need;

rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

⁷Set me free from my prison,

that I may praise your name.

Then the righteous will gather about me

because of your goodness to me.