Psalm 142

With my voice I cry to the LORD;
with my voice I plead for the LORD’s grace. I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him. When my spirit faints within me, you know my path.
Along the way I walk they have hidden a trap for me. Look to the right and see: no one acknowledges me.
No escape remains for me;
no one cares for my life. I cry to you, LORD;
I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low;
rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I. Bring me out of prison, so that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will surround me, for you will deal generously with me.

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