Psalms 142 2 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication. 3 I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble. 4 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me. 5 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. 6 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 7 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 8 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me. |