Psalm 142

I cry to the LORD with my voice;

to the LORD I make loud supplication.

I pour out my complaint before him

and tell him all my trouble.

When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path;

in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me;

I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.

I cry out to you, O LORD ;

I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."

Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low;

save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name;

when you have dealt bountifully with me, the righteous will gather around me.