Psalms 142

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

¹I call out to the Lord. I pray to him for mercy. ²I pour out my problem to him. I tell him about my trouble. ³When I grow weak, you are watching over my life. In the path where I walk, people have hidden a trap to catch me. ⁴Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me. No one is concerned about me. I have no place of safety. No one cares whether I live or die. ⁵Lord, I cry out to you. I say, “You are my place of safety. You are everything I need in this life.” ⁶Listen to my cry. I am in great need. Save me from those who are chasing me. They are too strong for me. ⁷My troubles are like a prison. Set me free so I can praise your name. Then those who do what is right will gather around me because you have been good to me.