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Psalm 142
A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
1 I cry with my voice to Yehowah.
With my voice, I ask Yehowah for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaint before him.
I tell him my troubles.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
you knew my route.
On the path in which I walk,
they have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look on my right, and see;
for there is no one who is concerned for me.
Refuge has fled from me.
No one cares for my soul.
5 I cried to you, Yehowah.
I said, �You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.�
6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need.
deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than me.
7 Bring my soul out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me,
for you will be good to me.