Psalm 142  American Standard Version

142 I cry with my voice unto Jehovah;
With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.
² I pour out my complaint before him;
I show before him my trouble.
³ When my spirit ^[a]was overwhelmed within me,
Thou knewest my path.
In the way wherein I walk
Have they hidden a snare for me.
⁴ Look on my right hand, and see;
For there is no man that knoweth me:
Refuge hath failed me;
No man careth for my soul.
⁵ I cried unto thee, O Jehovah;
I said, Thou art my refuge,
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 give thanks unto thy name:
The righteous shall ^[b]compass me about;
For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.