Psalm 142
Prayer in the Midst of Great Peril
1 With my voice I cried to the Lord; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I poured out my trouble to him.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path; in the way I walked, they hid a snare.
4 I looked to my right and saw, but there was no one to recognize me; I lacked refuge; no one cared for my life.
5 To you, O Lord, I cried; I said, "You are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living."
6 Hear my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name; the righteous will surround me, for you have dealt bountifully with me.
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