Psalm 142

To God I made my sorrows known,

From God I sought relief;

In long complaints before his throne

I pour'd out all my grief.

My soul was overwhelm'd with woes,

My heart began to break;

My God, who all my burdens knows,

He knows the way I take.

On every side I cast mine eye,

And found my helpers gone,

While friends and strangers pass'd me by

Neglected or unknown.

Then did I raise a louder cry,

And call'd thy mercy near,

"Thou art my portion when I die,

"Be thou my refuge here."

Lord, I am brought exceeding low,

Now let thine ear attend,

And make my foes who vex me know

I've an almighty Friend.

From my sad prison set me free,

Then shall I praise thy Name,

And holy men shall join with me

Thy kindness to proclaim.