Psalm 142

IN my distress unto the Lord,
I with my voice did cry,
I supplication with my voice
made to the Lord on high:
My sad complaint I poured out
before him in my cry,
My trouble I before him shew'd,
and great perplexity.

My heart orewhelmed was in me,
my path was known to thee,
In ways where I did walk, a snare
they closely laid for mee.
I lookt and view'd on my right hand,
but I of none was known,
All refuge wholly failed me,
for my soul car'd not one.

Then cry'd I to the Lord, and said,
my hope thou only art,
And in the land of living men
my portion and my part.
Hear thou my cry, I am brought low,
in mercy set me free
From those that do me persecute
and are too strong for mee.

My soul from prison bring, that I
may praises give to thee.
The saints shall compass me about
when thou art good to me.