Psalm 142 To the Lord I cry out, to the Lord I plead for mercy. I pour out my lament before Him. I tell Him about my troubles. Even when my strength leaves me, You watch my footsteps. In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me. Look to the right and see. No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run. No one is concerned about my life. I cry out to You, O Lord. I say, You are my shelter, my security in the land of the living. Listen 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. Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name. Because of me the godly will assemble, for you will vindicate me.