Psalms 141

1Of understanding for David, A prayer when he was in the cave. 2I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord. 3In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble: 4When my spirit failed me, then thou knewest my paths. In this way wherein I walked, they have hidden a snare for me. 5I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul. 6I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living. 7Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 8Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.
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