psalm

A maskil [a] by David when he was in the cave; a prayer.

142 
Loudly, I cry to the Lord.

Loudly, I plead with the Lord for mercy.

I pour out my complaints in his presence

and tell him my troubles.

When I begin to lose hope,

you ⌞already⌟ know what I am experiencing.

⌞My enemies⌟ have hidden a trap for me on the path where I walk.

Look to my right and see that no one notices me.

Escape is impossible for me.

No one cares about me.

I call out to you, O Lord.

I say, “You are my refuge,

my own inheritance in this world of the living.”

Pay attention to my cry for help

because I am very weak.

Rescue me from those who pursue me

because they are too strong for me.

Release my soul from prison

so that I may give thanks to your name.

Righteous people will surround me

because you are good to me.

Footnotes

  1. 142:0 Unknown musical term.