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I cry out to you, O Yahweh.
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
Attend to my cry,
for I am brought very low.
Deliver me from my pursuers,
for they are stronger than I.
Bring me[a] out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will encircle me,
because you will deal bountifully with me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:7 Hebrew “my soul”