Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A Cry of Distress

A Davidic Maskil. When he was in the cave. ^lA prayer.

¹I cry aloud to the Lord; ^m

I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy. ⁿ

²I pour out my complaint before Him;

I reveal my trouble to Him. ^o

³Although my spirit is weak within me,

You know my way. ^p

Along this path I travel

they have hidden a trap for me. ^q

⁴Look to the right and see: ^r

no one stands up for me;

there is no refuge for me;

no one cares about me. ^s

⁵I cry to You, Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

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

⁶Listen to my cry,

for I am very weak. ^u

Rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me. ^v

⁷Free me from prison

so that I can praise Your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because You deal generously with me. ^w