Psalm 142 New King James Version (NKJV)
A Plea for Relief from Persecutors
A Contemplation of David. A Prayer when he was in the cave.

142 I cry out to the Lord with my voice;
With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.
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I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare before Him my trouble.

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When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly set a snare for me.
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Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.

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I cried out to You, O Lord:
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
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Attend to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I.
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Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may praise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me.”