1I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.
3Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me.
4Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
5I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
7Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.
Commentary
Matthew Henry on Psalms 142
This psalm is a prayer, the substance of which David offered up to God when he was forced by Saul to take shelter in a cave, and which he afterwards penned in this form. Here is, I. The complaint he makes to God (ver. 1, 2) of the subtlety, strength, and malice, of his enemies (ver. 3, 6), and the coldness and…
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