Psalms 142
Berean Standard Bible · Compare translations · 1015 BC – 1011 BC · United kingdom · Tap a verse to copy, share or highlight ·
7 verses · 137 words · ~1 min read · ~1 min listen
I Lift My Voice to the LORD
A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
1I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2I pour out my complaint before Him;
I reveal my trouble to Him.
3Although my spirit grows faint within me,
You know my way.
Along the path I travel
they have hidden a snare for me.
4Look to my right and see;
no one attends to me.
There is no refuge for me;
no one cares for my soul.
5I cry to You, O Lord: “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry,
for I am brought quite low.
Rescue me from my pursuers,
for they are too strong for me.
7Free my soul from prison,
that I may praise Your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because of Your goodness to me.