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.
Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer.
With my voice I cry unto HaShem; with my voice I make supplication unto HaShem.
I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;
When my spirit fainteth within me--Thou knowest my path--in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.
Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul.
I have cried unto Thee, O HaShem; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.'
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.