Psalm 142


A Plea for Relief from Persecutors

A aContemplation1 of David. A Prayer bwhen he was in the cave.

I cry out to the Lord with my voice;
With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.

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I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare before Him my trouble.


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When my spirit 1was aoverwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly bset a snare for me.

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Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.


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I cried out to You, O Lord:
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.

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1Attend to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I.

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Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may apraise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me.”
The Holy Bible, New King James Version, Copyright © 1982 Thomas Nelson.
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