Psalms 142

¹ With my voice am I crying out to Yahweh; With my voice am I supplicating to Yahweh. ² I am pouring out my concern before Him; My distress am I telling before Him. ³ When my spirit droops within me, Then it is You Yourself Who knows my tracks; In the path that I am walking, They have buried a snare for me. ⁴ I look to the right, and I see, Yet there is no one recognizing my need; Hope of fleeing has perished from me; There is no one caring for my soul. ⁵ I cry out to You, O Yahweh; I say, You are my Refuge, My Portion in the land of the living. ⁶ Do attend to my appeal, For I am exceedingly impoverished; Rescue me from my persecutors, For they are tougher than I. ⁷ Bring my soul forth from this enclosure To acclaim Your Name; The righteous shall compass about me, For You shall deal bountifully with me.