Psalm 142

 

I cry aloud to the Lord;

    I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

 I pour out before him my complaint;

    before him I tell my trouble.

 

 When my spirit grows faint 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;

    no one cares for my life.

 

I cry to you, Lord;

    I say, “You are my refuge,

    my portion in the land of the living.”

 

Listen to my cry,

    for I am in desperate need;

rescue me from those who pursue me,

    for they are too strong for me.

Set me free from my prison,

    that I may praise your name.

Then the righteous will gather about me

    because of your goodness to me. Psalm 142