Psalms 141
1I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord. 1
2I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him my affliction. 1
3When my spirit was fainting within me, then you knew my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid a snare for me. 1
4I looked on my right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared for my soul. 1
5I cried to you, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living. 1
6Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I. 1
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.