Psalms 142

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.

1With my voice I cry out to Yahweh; with my voice I plead to Yahweh for mercy.

2I pour out my complaint before him; I declare my distress before him.

3When my spirit grows faint within me, you know my path. On the path I walk, they have hidden a trap for me.

4Look to the right and see: there is no one who recognizes me; no refuge remains for me; no one cares for me.

5I cried out to you, O Yahweh; I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6Listen to my cry, for I have been brought very low; deliver me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

7Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name; the righteous will gather around me, for you will treat me well.