Psalms 142
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.
1> I cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.2I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, You knew my path. In the way in which I walk, They have hidden a snare for me.4Look on my right, and see; For there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.5I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, \"You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.\"6Listen to my cry, For I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are stronger than me.7Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, For you will be good to me.
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