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Psalm 142

Psalm 142

A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil.

I call out to the Lord.
    I pray to him for mercy.
I pour out my problem to him.
    I tell him about my trouble.

When I grow weak,
    you are watching over my life.
In the path where I walk,
    people have hidden a trap to catch me.
Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me.
    No one is concerned about me.
I have no place of safety.
    No one cares whether I live or die.

Lord, I cry out to you.
    I say, “You are my place of safety.
    You are everything I need in this life.”
Listen to my cry.
    I am in great need.
Save me from those who are chasing me.
    They are too strong for me.
My troubles are like a prison.
    Set me free so I can praise your name.

Then those who do what is right will gather around me
    because you have been good to me.

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