Psalms Chapter 142 | Parsha:
1A maskil of David, while he was in the cave. A prayer.
2I cry aloud to the Lord;
I appeal to the Lord loudly for mercy.
3I pour out my complaint before Him;
I lay my trouble before Him
4when my spirit fails within me.
You know my course;
they have laid a trap in the path I walk.
5Look at my right and see—
I have no friend;
there is nowhere I can flee,
no one cares about me.
6So I cry to You, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
all I have in the land of the living.”
7Listen to my cry, for I have been brought very low;
save me from my pursuers,
for they are too strong for me.
8Free me from prison,
that I may praise Your name.
The righteous shall glory in me
for Your gracious dealings with me.