Psalm 142

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(New page: * 1 ¶ Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication. * [[Psalm 142:2|2...)
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* [[Psalm 142:1|1]]   Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
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* [[Psalm 142:1|1]] ¶  Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
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* [[Psalm 142:2|2]]  I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
* [[Psalm 142:2|2]]  I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
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* [[Psalm 142:3|3]]  When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
* [[Psalm 142:3|3]]  When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
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* [[Psalm 142:4|4]] I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
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* [[Psalm 142:4|4]]  I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
* [[Psalm 142:5|5]]  I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
* [[Psalm 142:5|5]]  I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

Revision as of 12:57, 20 July 2010

  • 1 Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave. I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
  • 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
  • 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
  • 4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
  • 5 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
  • 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
  • 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
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