Noah Webster Bible

Psalms 141

The Book of Psalms

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Chapter 142



  Maschil of David; a prayer when he was in the cave. I cried to the LORD with my voice; with my voice to the LORD I made my supplication.  





  I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.  





  When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way in which I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.  





  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.  





  I cried to thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.  





  Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.  





  Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall encompass me; for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.  



Psalms 143




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