Psalms 142

¹I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. ²I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him. ³Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me. ⁴Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul. ⁵I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” ⁶Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. ⁷Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.