Psalm 142 Eve before Sunday 1
I cry aloud to Yahweh; * I cry to Yahweh for help.
To him I pour my complaints; * I tell him all my troubles:
My spirit fails me, * but you know where I go.
In the path where I walk * they put traps for me.
Look around and see: * no one knows me.
I have no escape, * no one to care for me.
I cry to you, Yahweh; * I know you are my refuge, * my share in the life to come.
God, hear my cry! * Your Greatness, I am worn out!
Save me from my hunters; * they are stronger than I.
Take me from the Prison; * then I will praise your name.
Let the righteous gather round me, * for you have been generous, Most High.