PSALM 142

¹A David maskil, when he was in the cave, a prayer.

    ²With my voice I shout to the LORD,

          with my voice I plead to the LORD.

    ³I pour out my speech before Him,

          my distress before Him I tell,

    ⁴when my spirit faints within me,

          You, You know my path.

    On the path on which I walk

           they have laid a trap for me.

    ⁵Look on the right and see—

          there is no one who knows me.

     Escape is gone for me,

          no one inquires for me.

    ⁶I shouted to You, O LORD.

          I said, You are my shelter,

              my lot in the land of the living.

    ⁷Listen close to my song of prayer,

          for I have sunk very low.

     Save me from my pursuers,

          for they are too strong for me.

    ⁸ Bring me out from the

           to acclaim Your name.

    For the righteous will draw round me

           when You requite me.