Psalms 142

1I cry with my voice to Yahweh.

With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
2I pour out my complaint before him.

I tell him my troubles.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

you knew my path.

In the way in which I walk,

they have hidden a snare for me.
4Look on my right, and see;

for there is no one who is concerned for me.

Refuge has fled from me.

No one cares for my soul.
5I cried to you, Yahweh.

I said, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry,

for I am in desperate need.

deliver me from my persecutors,

For they are stronger than me.
7Bring my soul out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will surround me,

for you will be good to me.
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