Psalm 142 - Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave
I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the
Lord did I make my supplication.
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.
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: 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.