Vèsè popilè nan Bib la ki soti nan Psalm 142

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I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Bring my life out of prison, that I may confess, praise, and give thanks to Your name; the righteous will surround me and crown themselves because of me, for You will deal bountifully with me.

When my spirit was overwhelmed and fainted [throwing all its weight] upon me, then You knew my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

I CRY to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication.

Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.