Psalm 142

I cried unto the LORD with my voice;
with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaint before him;
I showed before him my trouble.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
then you knew my path.
In the way when I walked,
they have secretly laid a snare for me.
I looked to the right,
but there was no man that would know me:
refuge failed me;
no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto you, O LORD:
you are my refuge
and my portion in the land of the living.
Hear my cry;
for I am brought very low;
deliver me from my persecutors;
for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison
that I may praise your name:
the righteous shall compass me about;
for you will deal bountifully with me.