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Psalm 142

Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.

I cried unto the Lord with my voice;
with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaint before him;
I shewed before him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path.
In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld,
but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me;
no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said,
Thou art my refuge and 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 praise thy name:
the righteous shall compass me about;
for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.