Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble.

When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.

Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;     I say, “You are my refuge,     my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me,     for they are too strong for me. 

 Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me  because of your goodness to me.

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