n°19 / Psalms 142 :

1I cried unto the LORD with my voice ; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
2I poured out my complaint before him ; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me : refuge failed me ; no man cared for my soul.
5I cried unto thee, O LORD : I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6Attend unto my cry ; for I am brought very low : deliver me from my persecutors ; for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name : the righteous shall compass me about ; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.