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
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An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave.
1My voice [is] unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice [is] unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.
2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.
3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way [in] which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
4Looking on the right hand — and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.
5I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, ‘Thou [art] my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.’
6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
7Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
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