Psalms 142
142
PSALM 142
Common Meter: 8,6,8,6
Maschil of David;
A Prayer when he was in the cave.
1I with my voice cry'd to the Lord,
with it made my request:
2Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I exprest.
3When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit,
then well thou knew'st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.
4I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,
but none to know me were;
All refuge failed me, no man
did for my soul take care.
5I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
thou art my portion.
6Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.
7From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal'st bounteously.
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Psalms 142
142
A Refuge from Trouble
1A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
2I cry aloud with my voice to Adonai. With my voice I seek favor from Adonai.
3I pour out my complaint before Him, before Him I tell my trouble.
4When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
5Look at my right hand and see, for no one cares about me. I have no refuge— no one cares for my soul.
6I have cried out to You, Adonai. I said: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
7Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low. Rescue me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
8Bring my soul out of prison, so I may praise Your Name. The righteous will triumph through me, for You will reward me.
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