Psalms of David - Modern Translation - Psalm 142

I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift my voice to Him for mercy.

I pour out my troubles before Him;
I tell Him my distress.

When my spirit is weary within me,
You know the path I should take.

In the way I walk, they have set traps for me.

Look and see—there is no one to help me,
no refuge, no one to care for my soul.

I cry to You, O Lord;
You are my refuge, 
my portion in the land of the living.

Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low;
rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.

Free me from this prison,
that I may give thanks to Your name.

Then the righteous will gather around me,
for You have shown me Your goodness.