Psalm 142
I call to the Lord with a loud voice
: with loud voice I entreat his favour.
I pour out my complaint before him
: and tell him all my trouble.
When my spirit is faint within me, you know my path
: in the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
I look to my right hand and see
: but no man will know me;
All escape is gone
: and there is no one who cares for me.
I call to you, O Lord, I say ‘You are my refuge
: you are my portion in the land of the living.’
Heed my loud crying, for I am brought very low
: O save me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of the prison-house
: that I may praise your name.
When you have given me my reward
: then will the righteous gather about me.