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         <div class="label">142</div><div class="s"><span class="heading">A skillful song, {or} a didactic {or} reflective poem, of David; when he was in the cave. A Prayer.</span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v1" data-usfm="PSA.142.1"><span class="label">1</span><span class="content"> I CRY to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v2" data-usfm="PSA.142.2"><span class="label">2</span><span class="content"> I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v3" data-usfm="PSA.142.3"><span class="label">3</span><span class="content"> When my spirit was overwhelmed </span><span class="it"><span class="content">and</span></span><span class="content"> 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.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v4" data-usfm="PSA.142.4"><span class="label">4</span><span class="content"> Look on the right hand [the point of attack] and see; for there is no man who knows me [to appear for me]. Refuge has failed me </span><span class="it"><span class="content">and</span></span><span class="content"> I have no way to flee; no man cares for my life </span><span class="it"><span class="content">or</span></span><span class="content"> my welfare.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v5" data-usfm="PSA.142.5"><span class="label">5</span><span class="content"> I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v6" data-usfm="PSA.142.6"><span class="label">6</span><span class="content"> Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.</span></span></div><div class="p"><span class="verse v7" data-usfm="PSA.142.7"><span class="label">7</span><span class="content"> Bring my life out of prison, that I may confess, praise, </span><span class="it"><span class="content">and</span></span><span class="content"> give thanks to Your name; the righteous will surround me </span><span class="it"><span class="content">and</span></span><span class="content"> crown themselves because of me, for You will deal bountifully with me.</span></span></div>
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1954, 1958, 1962, 1964, 1965, 1987 by The Lockman Foundation

I CRY to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord do I make supplication.
I pour out my complaint before Him; I tell before Him my trouble.
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.
Look on the right hand [the point of attack] and see; for there is no man who knows me [to appear for me]. Refuge has failed me and I have no way to flee; no man cares for my life or my welfare.
I cried to You, O Lord; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
Attend to my loud cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.
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.

සවන් දෙන්න Psalm 142