Psalm 142*

I cried unto the Lord with my
voice: with my voice unto the
Lord did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaint
before him; I shewed before him
my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed
within me, then thou
knewest my path. In the way
wherein I walked have they privily
laid a snare for me.

4 I looked on *my right hand,
and behold but there was no man
that would know me: refuge
failed me; no man cared for my
soul.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I
said, Thou art my refuge and my
portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am
brought very low: deliver me from
my persecutors; for they are
stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison,
that I may praise thy name: the
righteous shall compass me
about; for thou shalt deal bountifully
with me.