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Psalm 142
Scottish Metrical Psalter (1650)
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Vers 1
I with my voice cry’d to the Lord,
with it made my request:
Pour’d out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I exprest.Vers 2
When in me was o’erwhelm’d my sp’rit,
then well thou knew’st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.Vers 3
I look’d on my right hand, and view’d,
but none to know me were;
All refuge failed me, no man
did for my soul take care.Vers 4
I cry’d to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
thou art my portion.Vers 5
Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.Vers 6
From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal’st bounteously.
Scottish Metrical Psalter (1650)
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Psalm 142 is 'n psalm van David en behoort tot Boek V (Psalm 107–150) van die Psalter.
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