Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A maskil^aby David when he was in the cave; a prayer. 

¹Loudly, I cry to the Lord. 

Loudly, I plead with the Lord for mercy. 

²I pour out my complaints in his presence 

and tell him my troubles. 

³When I begin to lose hope, 

you ⸤already⸥ know what I am experiencing. 

⸤My enemies⸥ have hidden a trap for me on the path where I walk. 

⁴Look to my right and see that no one notices me. 

Escape is impossible for me. 

No one cares about me. 

⁵I call out to you, O Lord. 

I say, “You are my refuge, 

my own inheritance in this world of the living.” 

⁶Pay attention to my cry for help 

because I am very weak. 

Rescue me from those who pursue me 

because they are too strong for me. 

⁷Release my soul from prison 

so that I may give thanks to your name. 

Righteous people will surround me 

because you are good to me.