﻿Psalms.
Chapter 142.
A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. 
I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. 
I pour out my complaint before him; I reveal my trouble to him. 
Although my spirit grows faint within me, you know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me. 
Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my life. 
I cry to you, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 
Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. 
Free me from prison, that I may praise your name. The righteous will gather around me because of your goodness to me. 
