Psalms 142
David cries out to the Lord in desperation, pouring out his complaints and troubles, feeling overwhelmed and abandoned by others. He looks for refuge but finds none, so he turns to the Lord as his only hope. David asks the Lord to deliver him from his persecutors, who are stronger than him, and to bring his soul out of prison so he can praise the Lord's name.
1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.3When 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.4I 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.5I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge 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 compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
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