Psalm 142

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

142 I cry with my voice to Yahweh.

    With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.

2 I pour out my complaint before him.

    I tell him my troubles.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

    you knew my route.

On the path in which I walk,

    they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look 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.

5 I cried to you, Yahweh.

    I said, “You are my refuge,

    my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Listen to my cry,

    for I am in desperate need.

Deliver me from my persecutors,

    for they are too strong for me.

7 Bring 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.