Religion
Psalm 142
Translated by King James translators (Authorized Version, 1611) · From The Book of Psalms
I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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.
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.
I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
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.
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The Bible (Authorized King James Version). “Psalm 142.” Translated by King James translators. Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/king-james-bible/141/.
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The Bible (Authorized King James Version). “Psalm 142.” Translated by King James translators. Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/king-james-bible/141/.
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