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Psalms

Psalms 142

Berean Standard Bible

Chapter summary

The psalmist cries aloud to the Lord, lifting his voice and pouring out his complaints and troubles while his spirit grows faint. He observes that hidden snares are set along his path, that no one attends to his right side, and that no person cares for his soul or offers him refuge. Directing his prayer to the Lord, he declares Him to be his refuge and his portion in the land of the living. He asks the Lord to listen to his cry because he has been brought quite low and needs rescue from pursuers who are too strong for him. Finally, he requests that his soul be freed from prison so that he may praise the Lord's name, anticipating that the righteous will gather around him in response to this goodness.

Summary automatically generated from the Bible text.

1I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. 2I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him. 3Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me. 4Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul. 5I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 6Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. 7Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.
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Louis Segond 1910 and Berean Standard Bible: public domain. Cross references: open-cross-ref, Creative Commons BY 4.0.