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Psalm 142

A Cry of Distress

A Davidic Maskil. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry aloud to the Lord;

I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before Him;

I reveal my trouble to Him.

Although my spirit is weak within me,

You know my way.

Along this path I travel

they have hidden a trap for me.

Look to the right and see:[a]

no one stands up for me;

there is no refuge for me;

no one cares about me.

I cry to You, Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry,

for I am very weak.

Rescue me from those who pursue me,

for they are too strong for me.

Free me from prison

so that I can praise Your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because You deal generously with me.

Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:4 DSS, LXX, Syr, Vg, Tg read I look to the right and I see