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.
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 soul.
Listen
to
my cry,
for
I am brought
quite low.
Rescue
me from
my pursuers,
for
they are too strong for me.
Free
my soul
from prison
that I may praise
Your name.
The righteous
will gather around me
because
of Your goodness
to me.