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So I cry to you, Lord,
    declaring, “You are my refuge,
        my only[a] possession while I am on this earth.”[b]
Pay attention to my cry,
    for I have been brought very low.
Deliver me from my tormentors,
    for they are far too strong for me.
Break me out of this prison,
    so I can give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
    for you will deal generously with me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:5 The Heb. lacks only
  2. Psalm 142:5 Lit. possession in the land of the living