Psalm 141 (142)

With my voice to the Lord I cried; with my voice to the Lord I made supplication.

I will pour out before Him my supplication.

My affliction I will pour out before Him, when my spirit was fainting within me, and You knew my paths.

In the way in which I was walking, they hid a snare for me.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, for there was no one who noticed me.

Refuge failed me, and there was no one who cared for my soul.

I cried unto You, O Lord, and said, “You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low;

deliver me from those who persecute me, for they are stronger than me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may confess Your name, O Lord.

The righteous wait for me until You reward me.”

ALLELUIA.