Psalm 142

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.

1 I cry aloud to the LORD;

I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him;

I reveal my trouble to Him.

3 Although my spirit grows faint within me,

You know my way.

Along the path I travel

they have hidden a snare for me.

4 Look to my right and see;

no one attends to me.

There is no refuge for me;

no one cares for my soul.

5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Listen to my cry,

for I am brought quite low.

Rescue me from my pursuers,

for they are too strong for me.

7 Free my soul from prison,

that I may praise Your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because of Your goodness to me.

Psalm 142, note a Maskil is probably a musical or liturgical term; used for Psalms 32, 42, 44–45, 52–55, 74, 78, 88–89, and 142.