Tua Palavra

A Cry of Distress
A Davidic Maskil. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

|Salmos 142:1| ^a I cry aloud to the LORD; ^b I plead aloud to the LORD for mercy. ^c

|Salmos 142:2| I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him. ^d

|Salmos 142:3| Although my spirit is weak within me, You know my way. ^e Along this path I travel they have hidden a trap for me. ^f

|Salmos 142:4| Look to the right and see: ¹ no one stands up for me; there is no refuge for me; no one cares about me. ^g

|Salmos 142:5| I cry to You, LORD; I say, “You are my shelter, my portion in the land of the living.” ^h

|Salmos 142:6| Listen to my cry, for I am very weak. ⁱ Rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. ^j

|Salmos 142:7| Free me from prison so that I can praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because You deal generously with me. ^k