on a comforting psalm

Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer. ^[a]

  I cry aloud to the LORD;
       I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.

  I pour out my complaint before him;
       before him I tell my trouble.

  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.

  Look to my right and see;
       no one is concerned for me.
       I have no refuge;
       no one cares for my life.

  I cry to you, O LORD;
       I say, "You are my refuge,
       my portion in the land of the living."

  Listen to my cry,
       for I am in desperate need;
       rescue me from those who pursue me,
       for they are too strong for me.

  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.

Footnotes:

1. Psalm 142:1 Chapter 142 Title: Probably a literary or musical term

Taken from http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=psalm%20142&version=31

Another comforting psalm from the psalmist himself. May it ministers to you~