- 142I cried unto the Lord with my voice. With my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2I poured out my complaint before him. I showed before him my trouble. 3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me. 4I looked on my right hand and beheld, but there was no man that would know me. Refuge failed me. No man cared for my soul. 5I cried unto you, O Lord. I said, You are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6Attend unto my cry, 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 praise your name. The righteous shall encompass me about, for you shall deal bountifully with me.
Psalm 142
Maskil of David: A prayer when he was in the cave.