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Psalms 142

With My Voice, I Ask the Lord for Mercy
1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

 With my voice I cry out to the LORD;
 with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
2 I pour out my complaint before him;
 I tell my trouble before him.

3 When my spirit faints within me,
 you know my way!
In the path where I walk
 they have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look to the right and see:
 there is none who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
 no one cares for my soul.

5 I cry to you, O LORD;
 I say, “You are my refuge,
 my portion in the land of the living.”

6 Attend to my cry,
 for I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors,
 for they are too strong for me!
7 Bring me out of prison,
 that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me,
 for you will deal bountifully with me.