Psalm 142

With my voice I cry out for help to God; with my voice I plead for God's favor.

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

When my spirit is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right and and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

I called out to you, God; I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”