Psalms 142

Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.

1I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD I made my supplication.1 2I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble. 3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way in which I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.

4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.234 5I cried to thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall surround me; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.