Psalm 142
I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.1 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. I 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.234 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
1142:1Maschil…: or, A Psalm of David, giving instruction2142:4I looked…: or, Look on the right hand, and see3142:4failed…: Heb. perished from me4142:4cared…: Heb. sought after