Psalm 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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