Psalm 142
1I cry to the Lord with my voice;*
to the Lord I make loud supplication.
2I pour out my complaint before him*
and tell him all my trouble.
3 When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path;*
in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
4I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me;*
I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.
5I cry out to you, O Lord;*
I say, You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.
6Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low;*
save me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name;*
when you have dealt bountifully with me,
the righteous will gather around me.
A Collect for Fridays
Almighty God, whose most dear Son went not up to joy but first he suffered pain, and entered not into glory before he was crucified: Mercifully grant that we, walking in the way of the cross, may find it none other than the way of life and peace; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord. Amen.
