Psalm 142

¹With my voice I cry to the Lord;

with my voice I make supplication to the Lord.

²I pour out my complaint before him;

I tell my trouble before him.

³When my spirit is faint,

you know my way.

In the path where I walk

they have hidden a trap for me.

⁴Look on my right hand and see—

there is no one who takes notice of me;

no refuge remains to me;

no one cares for me.

⁵I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

⁶Give heed to my cry,

for I am brought very low.

Save me from my persecutors,

for they are too strong for me.

⁷Bring me out of prison,

so that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will surround me,

for you will deal bountifully with me.