Psalm 142

With my voice I cry out to the Lord;

    with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord.

2 

I pour out my complaint before him;

    I tell my trouble before him.

3 

When my spirit faints within me,

    you know my way!

In the path where I walk

    they have hidden a trap for me.

4 

Look to the right and see:

    there is none who takes notice of me;

no refuge remains to me;

    no one cares for my soul.

5 

I cry to you, O Lord;

    I say, “You are my refuge,

    my portion in the land of the living.”

6 

Attend to my cry,

    for I am brought very low!

Deliver me from my persecutors,

    for they are too strong for me!

7 

Bring me out of prison,

    that I may give thanks to your name!

The righteous will surround me,

    for you will deal bountifully with me.