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Psalm 142 
1
The sound of my cry went up to the Lord with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord.
2
I put all my sorrows before him and made clear to him all my trouble.
3
When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
4
Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place no one had any care for my soul.
5
I have made my cry to you, O Lord I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living.
6
Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I.
7
Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me for you have given me a full reward.
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