Psalms 142

1A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.

2I cry aloud with my voice to Adonai . With my voice I seek favor from Adonai .

3I pour out my complaint before Him, before Him I tell my trouble.

4When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

5Look at my right hand and see, for no one cares about me. I have no refuge— no one cares for my soul.

6I have cried out to You, Adonai . I said: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

7Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low. Rescue me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

8Bring my soul out of prison, so I may praise Your Name. The righteous will triumph through me, for You will reward me.

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