Psalms 142

1 Of understanding for David. A prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

2 In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:

3 When my spirit failed me, then thou newest my paths.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

5 I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.