A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
I cry aloud with my voice to Adonai. With my voice I seek favor from Adonai.
I pour out my complaint before Him, before Him I tell my trouble.
When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path.
In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me. Look at my right hand and see,
for no one cares about me. I have no refuge—no one cares for my soul.
I have cried out to You, Adonai. I said: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
Bring my soul out of prison, so I may praise Your Name.
The righteous will triumph through me, for You will reward me.
- Psalm 142
This psalm has such an intimate quality as David is crying out to Adonai. He is at a very low point when he feels most alone, and yet he has not forgotten Adonai's steadfast love. David contemplates his smallness surrounded by the greatness of God knowing that He bends down to hear our cries and rescues us from every spiritual prison. Adonai cares for our souls in a way that only our Creator can. May we use David's example as we pray in the midst of trouble and join our requests with praise.
