Psalms

that resonated while I rested.

Psalm 142

I cry aloud to the Lord;
    I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. 

I pour out before him my complaint;
    before him I tell my trouble.

When my spirit grows faint within me,
    it is you who watch over my way.

In the path where I walk
    people have hidden a snare for me.

Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;

    no one is concerned for me.

I have no refuge;

    no one cares for my life.

 I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,
    my portion in the land of the living.”

 Listen to my cry,
    for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
    for they are too strong for me.

 Set me free from my prison,
    that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me
    because of your goodness to me.