Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave.^a A prayer.

^*I cry aloud^b to the Lord;

I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.^c

I pour out before him my complaint;^d

before him I tell my trouble.^e

When my spirit grows faint^f within me,

it is you who watch over my way.

In the path where I walk

people have hidden a snare for me.

Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;

no one is concerned for me.

I have no refuge;^g

no one cares^h for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,ⁱ

my portion^j in the land of the living.”^k

Listen to my cry,^l

for I am in desperate need;^m

rescue meⁿ from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong^o for me.

Set me free from my prison,^p

that I may praise your name.^q

Then the righteous will gather about me

because of your goodness to me.^r