Psalms 142
The speaker cries out to the Lord in desperation, pouring out their complaints and troubles before Him. They feel trapped and persecuted, with no one to turn to for refuge or care. The speaker seeks the Lord's deliverance from their strong persecutors and asks to be brought out of their prison so they can give thanks to His name.
1With my voice I cry out to the LORD; with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.2I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.3When my spirit faints within me, you know my way! In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.4Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul.5I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."6Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me!7Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.
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