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.
3When 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.
Collect of the Day: Pentecost, Proper 22
Almighty and everlasting God, you are always more ready to hear than we to pray, and to give more than we either desire or deserve: Pour upon us the abundance of your mercy, forgiving us those things of which our conscience is afraid, and giving us those good things for which we are not worthy to ask, except through the merits and mediation of Jesus Christ our Savior; who lives and reigns with you and the Holy Spirit, one God, for ever and ever. Amen.
