Psalm 142

I cry for mercy to the LORD;

To him I lift my voice in prayer.

Before the LORD I bring my plea;

To him my trouble I declare.

Each time my spirit faints in me,

You are the one who knows my way;

For in the path on which I walk

A hidden snare for me they lay.

Look to my right hand and take note:

There is not one concerned for me.

I have no refuge; no one cares

For me in my adversity.

I cry aloud to you, O LORD:

“You are my hiding place in strife.

You are the one sustaining me;

You keep me in the land of life.”

LORD, listen to my cry for help,

For I am in extremity.

Save me from those who seek my life,

Because they are too strong for me.

So that I may give thanks to you,

From prison’s darkness set me free.

The righteous then will gather round,

Because you’ve shown your love to me.