PSALM 142
1 The learning of David; his prayer, when he was in the den. With my voice I cried to the Lord; with my voice I prayed heartily to the Lord.
2 I shedded [or poured] out my prayer in his sight; and I pronounced my tribulation before him.
3 While my spirit faileth of me; and thou hast known my paths. In this way in which I went; proud men hid a snare to me.
4 I beheld to the right side, and I saw; and none there was that knew me. Flight perished from me; and none there is that seeketh to help my soul.
5 Lord, I cried to thee; I said, Thou art mine hope; my part in the land of livers.
6 Give thou attention to my beseech-ing; for I am made low full greatly. Deliver thou me from them that pur-sue me; for they be comforted on or over me.
7 Lead my soul out of keeping to acknowledge to thy name; just [or rightwise] men abide me, till thou yield to me.