Psalm 142


I cried unto the LORD with my voice; I cried unto the LORD with my voice;
with my voice unto the LORD
did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaint before him;
I shewed before him my trouble.

When 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.
I 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.

I cried unto thee, O LORD:
I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion
in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low:
deliver me from my persecutors;
for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
that I may praise thy name:
the righteous shall compass me about;
for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.


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