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Psalms 142

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1 Maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a Prayer.

2 With my voice I cry unto the LORD; With my voice I make supplication unto the LORD.

3 I pour out my complaint before Him, I declare before Him my trouble;

4 When my spirit fainteth within me— Thou knowest my path— In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.

5 Look on my right hand, and see, For there is no man that knoweth me; I have no way to flee; No man careth for my soul.

6 I have cried unto Thee, O LORD; I have said: 'Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'

7 Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are too strong for me.

8 Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto Thy name; The righteous shall crown themselves because of me; For Thou wilt deal bountifully with me.