Psalm 142 A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil. 142 1I call out to the Lord. I pray to him for his favor. 2I pour out my problem to him. I tell him about my trouble. 3When I grow weak, you know what I’m going through. In the path where I walk, people have hidden a trap to catch me. 4Look around me, and you will see that no one is concerned about me. I have no place of safety. No one cares whether I live or die. 5Lord, I cry out to you. I say, “You are my place of safety. You are everything I need in this life.” 6Listen to my cry. I am in great need. Save me from those who are chasing me. They are too strong for me. 7My troubles are like a prison. Set me free so I can praise your name. Then those who do what is right will gather around me because you have been good to me.
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