PSALMS.
Chapter 142.
A maskil  by David when he was in the cave; a prayer. Loudly, I cry to the Lord. Loudly, I plead with the Lord for mercy. 
I pour out my complaints in his presence and tell him my troubles. 
When I begin to lose hope, you ⌞already⌟ know what I am experiencing. ⌞My enemies⌟ have hidden a trap for me on the path where I walk. 
Look to my right and see that no one notices me. Escape is impossible for me. No one cares about me. 
I call out to you, O Lord. I say, “You are my refuge, my own inheritance in this world of the living.” 
Pay attention to my cry for help because I am very weak. Rescue me from those who pursue me because they are too strong for me. 
Release my soul from prison so that I may give thanks to your name. Righteous people will surround me because you are good to me.