Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A CRY OF DISTRESS

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

¹I cry aloud to the Lord;^ad

I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy.^ae

²I pour out my complaint before him;

I reveal my trouble to him.^af

³Although my spirit is weak within me,

you know my way.^a

Along this path I travel

they have hidden a trap for me.^b

⁴Look to the right and see:^A

no one stands up for me;

there is no refuge for me;

no one cares about me.^c

⁵I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

my portion in the land of the living.”^d

⁶Listen to my cry,

for I am very weak.^e

Rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.^f

⁷Free me from prison

so that I can praise your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because you deal generously with me.^g