“1 <<Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.>> I cried
unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my
supplication. 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before
him my trouble. 3 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 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 I
cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou [art] my refuge [and] my portion
in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very
low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7
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.”
(Psalm 142:1-7 AV)
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