A well-written song2 by David, when he was in the cave;3 a prayer.
142:1 To the Lord I cry out;4
to the Lord I plead for mercy.5
142:2 I pour out my lament before him;
I tell him about6 my troubles.
142:3 Even when my strength leaves me,7
you watch my footsteps.8
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
142:4 Look to the right and see!
No one cares about me.9
I have nowhere to run;10
no one is concerned about my life.11
142:5 I cry out to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my shelter,
my security12 in the land of the living.”
142:6 Listen to my cry for help,
for I am in serious trouble!13
Rescue me from those who chase me,
for they are stronger than I am.
142:7 Free me14 from prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
Because of me the godly will assemble,15
for you will vindicate me.16