Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

1 I cry aloud to the LORD;
     I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him;
     before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
     it is you who know my way.
  In the path where I walk
     men have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see;
     no one is concerned for me.
  I have no refuge;
     no one cares for my life.
5 I cry to you, O LORD;
     I say, "You are my refuge,
  My portion in the land of the living."
6 Listen to my cry,
     for I am in desperate need;
  Rescue me from those who pursue me,
     for they are too strong for me.
7 Set me free from my prison,
     that I may praise your name.
  Then the righteous will gather about me
     because of your goodness to me.

PSALM 142 (NIV)

I read this Psalm for the first time a couple of days ago. There was something that resonated as truth for me then but I still don't feel totally connected to it. I think it is a path that I know I need to be on, but I haven't been able to quite find my way there yet.