Psalm
Chapters 142
New International Version
A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.
1I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy. 2I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble. 3When 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. 4Look 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. 5I cry to you, Lord; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 6Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. 7Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.Chapters
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