173) Psalm 142

Psalm 142 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.

8.6.8.6 1 I with my voice cry’d to the Lord, with it made my request:

2 Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him my trouble I exprest.

3 When 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.

4 I 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.

5 I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art my refuge, Lord, alone; And in the land of those that live thou art my portion.

6 Because I am brought very low, attend unto my cry:

Me from my persecutors save, who stronger are than I.

7 From 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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