Psalms 142

1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; With my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3 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.
4 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.
5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge And my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.
7 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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