Psalm 142

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
 With my voice I cry out to the Lord; 
      with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord. 
 I pour out my complaint before him; 
      I tell my trouble before him. 
 When my spirit faints within me, 
      you know my way! 
 In the path where I walk 
      they have hidden a trap for me. 
 Look to the right and see: 
      there is none who takes notice of me; 
      no refuge remains to me; 
      no one cares for my soul. 
 I cry to you, O Lord; 
      I say, “You are my refuge, 
      my portion in the land of the living.” 
 Attend to my cry, 
      for I am brought very low! 
 Deliver me from my persecutors, 
      for they are too strong for me! 
 Bring me out of prison, 
      that I may give thanks to your name! 
 The righteous will surround me, 
      for you will deal bountifully with me. 

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