Psalm 142

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

1I cry aloud to the Lord;

I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

2I pour out my complaint before him;

before him I tell my trouble.

3When my spirit grows faint within me,

it is you who know my way.

In the path where I walk

men have hidden a snare for me.

4Look to my right and see;

no one is concerned for me.

I have no refuge;

no one cares for my life.

5I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

6Listen to my cry,

for I am in desperate need;

rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

7Set me free from my prison,

that I may praise your name.

Then the righteous will gather about me

because of your goodness to me.