Psalm 142

I cry to the Lord with my voice; *

to the Lord I make loud supplication.

I pour out my complaint before him *

and tell him all my trouble.

When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path; *

in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me; *

I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.

I cry out to you, O Lord; *

I say, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low; *

save me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name; *

when you have dealt bountifully with me,

the righteous will gather around me.