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I cried unto thee, O Jehovah;
I said, Thou art my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry;
For I am brought very low:
Deliver me from my persecutors;
For they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may give thanks unto thy name:
The righteous shall [a]compass me about;
For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:7 Or, crown themselves because of me

I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,(A)
    my portion(B) in the land of the living.”(C)

Listen to my cry,(D)
    for I am in desperate need;(E)
rescue me(F) from those who pursue me,
    for they are too strong(G) for me.
Set me free from my prison,(H)
    that I may praise your name.(I)
Then the righteous will gather about me
    because of your goodness to me.(J)

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