Psalms 142
A lonely cry for help answered by trust in God alone.
Psalm 142 records a raw, personal complaint, poured out before God at a moment when "refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul." It follows the guarded, watchful prayer of Psalms 141 with an even more isolated cry for help.
A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.
I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.
Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.
Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.