Psalms 142

1 The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.

1A psalm of David, when his son Absalom pursued him. Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear me in thy justice.

1 I cry unto Jehovah with my voice: with my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

2I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble.

2And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.

2 I pour out my plaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

3When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.

3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they hidden a snare for me.

4Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.

4And my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.

4 Look on the right hand and see; there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

5I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.

5I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.

5 I cried unto thee, Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

6Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.

6I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.

6 Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

7Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.

7Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may celebrate thy name. The righteous shall surround me, because thou dealest bountifully with me.

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8Cause me to hear thy mercy in the morning; for in thee have I hoped. Make the way known to me, wherein I should walk: for I have lifted up my soul to thee.

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9Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:

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10Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land:

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11for thy name's sake, O Lord, thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble:

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12And in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

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