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1I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.2I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way in which I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would acknowledge me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.5I cried unto you, O LORD: I said, you are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall surround me; for you shall deal bountifully with me.

Commentaries for Psalms 142:0

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Knowing this first, that no prophecy of the scripture is of any private interpretation. - 2 Peter 1:20

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