Psalms [Praises].
Chapter 142.
I cry with my voice to Adonai . With my voice, I ask Adonai for mercy. 
I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles. 
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me. 
Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul. 
I cried to you, Adonai . I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 
Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me. 
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may yadah ·extend hands in thankful praise· to your name. The upright will surround me, for you will be good to me.