Psalm 142

¹ Unto Jehovah with my voice,

I did unto him cry:

unto Jehovah with my voice

my suit for grace made I.

² I did pour out before his face

my meditation:

before his face I did declare

the trouble me upon.

³ O’erwhelm’d in me when was my sp’rit,

then thou didst know my way:

i’th way I walk’d, a snare for me

they privily did lay.

⁴ On my right hand I look’d, and saw,

but no man would me know,

all refuge fail’d me: for my soul

none any care did show.

⁵ Then to thee, Lord, I cry’d, and said,

my hope thou art alone:

and in the land of living ones

thou art my portion.

⁶ Because I am brought very low,

attend unto my cry:

from my pursuers save thou me,

which stronger be than I.