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Psalms 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

1 I[1] [Title: maskil; Probably a literary or musical term] cry aloud to the Lord;
     I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him;
     before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
     it is you who know my way.
In the path where I walk
     men have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see;
     no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
     no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, O Lord;
     I say, "You are my refuge,
     my portion in the land of the living."
6 Listen to my cry,
     for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
     for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.