Then cried I unto thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art mine [a]hope, and my portion in the land of the living.

Hearken unto my cry, for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Bring my soul out of [b]prison, that I may praise thy Name: then shall the righteous [c]come about me, when thou art beneficial unto me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:5 Though all means failed him, yet he knew that God would never forsake him.
  2. Psalm 142:7 For he was on all sides beset with his enemies, as though he had been in a most straight prison.
  3. Psalm 142:7 Either to rejoice at my wonderful deliverance, or to set a crown upon mine head.

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