Psalms 142
1WITH my voice I cried to the Lord—to the Lord I made supplication with my voice.
2Before Him I pour out my prayer: before Him I will declare my affliction.
3When my spirit fainted Thou knewest my paths. In the way I was going they hid a snare for me.
4I looked to the right; and observed that none was there, who knew me. Flight was cut off from me; and is he not earnestly seeking my life?
5To Thee, O Lord, I cried and said, Thou art my hope—my portion in the land of the living.
6Attend to my supplication; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may adore Thy name, O Lord. Let the righteous wait for me, till Thou shalt reward me.