Psalms 142

Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer. With my voice I cry unto the LORD; with my voice I make supplication unto the LORD. I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble; When my spirit fainteth within me—Thou knowest my path—in the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right hand, and see, for there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; no man careth for my soul. I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.' Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me. Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Thy name; the righteous shall crown themselves because of me; for Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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