Psalms 142
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142
1I shall cry unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice shall I ask the Lord for mercy.2I shall pour out my complaint before him; before him I shall tell of my trouble.3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou didst know my path. In the way in which I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.
4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no one that would know me; I had no refuge; no one cared for my soul.5I cried unto thee, O Lord; I said, Thou art my hope 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 feast with me; when thou shalt have weaned me.