Psalm 142
I Lift My Voice to the LORD (1 Samuel 22:1–5; Psalms 57:1–11)
A Maskil a of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
I cry aloud to the LORD;
I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.
I pour out my complaint before Him;
I reveal my trouble to Him.
Although my spirit grows faint within me,
You know my way.
Along the path I travel
they have hidden a snare for me.
Look to my right and see;
no one attends to me.
There is no refuge for me;
no one cares for my soul.
I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
Listen to my cry,
for I am brought quite low.
Rescue me from my pursuers,
for they are too strong for me.
Free my soul from prison,
that I may praise Your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because of Your goodness to me.
Psalm 142:1
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Psalm 142:2
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Psalm 142:3
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Psalm 142:4
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Psalm 142:5
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Psalm 142:6
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Psalm 142:7
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