Psalms

142:1		<Maschil. Of David. A prayer when he was in the hole of the rock.> The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.
142:2		I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.
142:3		When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
142:4		Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.
142:5		I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.
142:6		Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.
142:7		Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.