A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
142I cry with my voice to the Lord.
With my voice, I ask the Lord for mercy.
2I pour out my complaint before him.
I tell him my troubles.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
you knew my route.
On the path in which I walk,
they have hidden a snare for me.
4Look on my right, and see;
for there is no one who is concerned for me.
Refuge has fled from me.
No one cares for my soul.
5I cried to you, Lord.
I said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need.
Deliver me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
7Bring my soul out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
for you will be good to me.