Psalms 142


 

I cry with my voice to the Lord. With my voice, I ask the Lord for mercy.

David shows that in his trouble all his comfort was in prayer unto God

1 [142:2] I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication. 2 [142:3] I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3 [142:4] When 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. 4 [142:5] I 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. 5 [142:6] I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 [142:7] Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 [142:8] Bring 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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