Psalm CXLII

1 I cry out to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 with my voice; I pray to 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄 with my voice.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my distress.

3 When my spirit grew faint within me, Then You know my path. In the way in which I walk They have hidden a trap for me.

4 Look to the right hand and see, And no one is concerned for me; No refuge remains to me; No one inquires after my being.

5 I cried out to You, O 𐤉𐤄𐤅𐤄: I said, “You are my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

6 “Listen to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are too strong for me.

7 “Bring my being out of prison, To give thanks to Your Name. Let the righteous gather around me, Because You deal kindly with me.”

TEHILLIM (Psalms) Chapter 142
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