Psalm 142

1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice;

with my voice unto the Lord

did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaint before him;

I shewed before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

then Thou knewest my path.

In the way wherein I walked have they privily

laid a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld,

but there was no man that would know me:

refuge failed me;

no man cared for my soul.

5 I cried unto Thee, O Lord:

I said, thou art my refuge

and my portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend unto my cry;

for I am brought very low:

deliver me from my persecutors;

for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Thy name:

the righteous shall compass me about;

for Thou shall deal bountifully with me.