Psalms 141

¹Of understanding to David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.

²With my voice I have cried to our Lord: with my voice I have prayed to our Lord:

³I pour out my prayer in his sight, and I pronounce my tribulation before him.

⁴When my spirit faileth of myself, and thou hast known my paths. In this way, which I walked, they hid a snare for me.

⁵I looked toward the right hand, and saw: and there was none that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is none to require my soul.

⁶I have cried to thee, o Lord, I have said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

⁷Attend to my petition: because I am humbled exceedingly. Deliver me from them that persecute me: because they are made strong over me.

⁸Bring forth my soul out of prison, to confess unto thy name: the just expect me, till thou reward me.