PSALM 142
David prayed this in a cave. Now its my turn. (Hey didn't that sound like Bono on the Rattle and Hum album when he was introducing Helter Skelter..."Here's a song Charles Manson stole from the Beatles; we're takin' it back." Well didn't it?)
I cry aloud with my voice to the LORD;
make supplication with my voice to the LORD.
I pour out my complaint before Him;
declare my trouble before Him.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
knew my path
In the way where I walk
have hidden a trap for me.
Look to the right and see;
there is no one who regards me;
is no escape for me;
one cares for my soul.
I cried out to You, O LORD;
said, "You are my refuge,
portion in the land of the living.
"Give heed to my cry,
I am brought very low;
me from my persecutors,
they are too strong for me.
"Bring my soul out of prison,
So that I may give thanks to Your name;
righteous will surround me,
You will deal bountifully with me."
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