Psalm 142.

 1  I with my voice cried to the Lord,
       with it made my request:
 2  Poured out to him my plaint, to him
       my trouble I expressed.

 3  When in me was o'erwhelmed my sp'rit,
       then well thou knew'st my way;
    Where I did walk a snare for me
       they privily did lay.

 4  I looked on my right hand, and viewed,
       but none to know me were;
    All refuge failed me, no man
       did for my soul take care.

 5  I cried 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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