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Psalm 142. Voce mea ad Dominum.
I CRIED unto the LORD with my voice; * yea, even unto the LORD
did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaints before him, * and showed him of
my trouble.
3 When my spirit was in heaviness, thou knewest my path; * in
the way wherein I walked, have they privily laid a snare for
me.
4 I looked also upon my right hand, * and saw there was no man
that would know me.
5 I had no place to flee unto, * and no man cared for my soul.
6 I cried unto thee, O LORD, and said, * Thou art my hope, and
my portion in the land of the living.
7 Consider my complaint; * for I am brought very low.
8 O deliver me from my persecutors; * for they are too strong
for me.
9 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy
Name; * which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous
resort unto my company.
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