Psalms 142

1An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice <FI>is<Fi> unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice <FI>is<Fi> unto Jehovah, I entreat grace.

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

2I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

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

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

3When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way <FI>in<Fi> which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

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:

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

4Looking on the right hand--and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

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

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.

5I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou <FI>art<Fi> my refuge, My portion 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.

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.

6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.

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

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.

7Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!

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.

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.

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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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