142 I cry with my voice to Yahweh.
    With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
² I pour out my complaint before him.
    I tell him my troubles.
³ When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
    you knew my route.
On the path in which I walk,
    they have hidden a snare for me.
⁴ Look on my right, and see;
    for there is no one who is concerned for me.
    Refuge has fled from me.
    No one cares for my soul.
⁵ I cried to you, Yahweh.
    I said, “You are my refuge,
    my portion in the land of the living.”
⁶ Listen to my cry,
    for I am in desperate need.
Deliver me from my persecutors,
    for they are too strong for me.
⁷ Bring my soul out of prison,
    that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
    for you will be good to me.