Psalms 142

1A maskil of David, while he was in the cave. A prayer.

2I cry aloud to GOD;I appeal to GOD loudly for mercy.

3I pour out my complaint directly;I recount my tale of trouble

4when my spirit fails within me.You know my course;they have laid a trap in the path I walk.

5Look at my right and see—I have no friend;there is nowhere I can flee,no one cares about me.

6So I cry to You, O ETERNAL One;I say, “You are my refuge,all I have in the land of the living.”

7Listen to my cry, for I have been brought very low;save me from my pursuers,for they are too strong for me.

8Free me from prison,that I may praise Your name.The righteous shall glory in me for Your gracious dealings with me.