Dual PanelPsalm 142
A well-written song by David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. 1To the
to the
2I pour out my lament before him;
I tell him about my troubles.
3Even when my strength leaves me,
you watch my footsteps.
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
4Look to the right and see!
No one cares about me.
I have nowhere to run;
no one is concerned about my life.
5I cry out to you, O
I say, “You are my shelter,
my security in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry for help,
for I am in serious trouble!
Rescue me from those who chase me,
for they are stronger than I am.
7Free me from prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
Because of me the godly will assemble,
for you will vindicate me.