Psalms 142

1I hit up the Lord with my voice; like, I was straight up asking for help, no cap.

2I spilled my tea to Him; showed Him all my struggles, fr.

3When my spirit was feeling all kinds of heavy, You knew my vibe. They set traps for me on my path, sus.

4I looked right, but no one was there for me; felt like no one cared, straight up ghosted.

5I called out to You, Lord: You’re my safe space and my everything in this wild world.

6Hear my cry; I'm feeling super low: save me from my haters; they’re way stronger than me.

7Free my soul from this prison, so I can hype up Your name: the righteous got my back; You’re about to bless me, periodt.

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.