Psalms

Chapter 142

Plea for Deliverance from Enemies

The psalmist pours out his complaint to the Lord, revealing his overwhelming troubles and the snares secretly laid against him. Finding no human refuge or helper, he declares the Lord as his only refuge and portion. He calls upon the Lord to hear his urgent cry, to deliver him from persecutors stronger than himself, and to bring his soul out of prison so he may praise God's name.

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¹I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

²I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

³When 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.

⁴I 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.

⁵I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

⁶Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

⁷Bring 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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