Mine is
PSALM 142
I cried unto the LORD with my voice;
I poured out my complaint before him;
I shewed before him my trouble.
When my spirit was over whelemed
within me, then thou knewest my path. In
the way wherein I walked have thy privily
laid a snare for me.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld,but
there was no manthat would know me: refuge
failed me;no man cared fo my soul.
I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said,Thy art my
refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low:
deliver me from my persecuters;for they are
stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise
thy name: the righteous shall compass me
about; for thou shalt deal bountifullywith me.
2006-07-22
18:39:36
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