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Psalm 142

    A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.

    1 I cry with my voice to Yahweh.
        With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.
    2 I pour out my complaint before him.
        I tell him my troubles.
    When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
        you knew my route.
    On the path in which I walk,
        they have hidden a snare for me.
    Look on my right, and see;
        for there is no one who is concerned for me.
        Refuge has fled from me.
        No one cares for my soul.
    I cried to you, Yahweh.
        I said, “You are my refuge,
        my portion in the land of the living.”
    Listen to my cry,
        for I am in desperate need.
    Deliver me from my persecutors,
        for they are too strong for me.
    Bring my soul out of prison,
        that I may give thanks to your name.
    The righteous will surround me,
        for you will be good to me.

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