Psalm 142 - New International Version (Anglicised)

Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

¹ I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

² I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble.

³ When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.

⁴ Look and see, there is no-one at my right hand; no-one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no-one cares for my life.

⁵ I cry to you, Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’

⁶ Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

⁷ Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.