Psalms 142

A Prayer from a Cave

1 With my voice I cry out to the Lord; With my voice I beg the Lord for mercy.

2 I spill my complaint in front of Him; I tell about my trouble in front of Him.

3 When my spirit is weak in me, You know my path. In the way where I walk They hid a trap for me.

A Cry for God’s Protection

4 Look to my right and see, because there is not anybody who knows me; There is not anywhere to run; There is no one who cares for my soul.

5 I cried out to You, Lord; I said, “You are my safe spot, My portion in the land of the living.”

6 Pay attention to my cry, because I am brought down low; Rescue me from my chasers, because they are too strong for me.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, To thank Your name; The righteous will gather around me, because You will deal with me big-time.