|[A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.]||I Call to the Lord for Help. Psalm 142(v141)|
|I cry with my voice to the LORD, |
with my voice I make supplication to the LORD,
|I pour out my complaint before him, |
I tell my trouble before him.
|When my spirit is faint, thou knowest my way! |
In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
|I look to the right and watch, but there is none who takes notice of me; |
no refuge remains to me, no man cares for me.
|I cry to thee, O LORD; |
I say, Thou art my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.
|Give heed to my cry; |
for I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors;
|Bring me out of prison, |
that I may give thanks to thy name!
The righteous will surround me;
for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.
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