Significant Stories

Psalms · Chapter 142

I Lift My Voice to the LORD
(1 Samuel 22:1–5; Psalms 57:1–11)
A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
1 I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. I cry aloud to the LORD;
I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. 2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him. I pour out my complaint before Him;
I reveal my trouble to Him. 3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me. Although my spirit grows faint within me,
You know my way.
Along the path I travel
they have hidden a snare for me. 4 Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul. Look to my right and see;
no one attends to me.
There is no refuge for me;
no one cares for my soul. 5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.” 6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. Listen to my cry,
for I am brought quite low.
Rescue me from my pursuers,
for they are too strong for me. 7 Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me. Free my soul from prison,
that I may praise Your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because of Your goodness to me.