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A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
1 I call out to the Lord for help; pleading with the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out my complaints before him; I tell him what's troubling me.
3 When I'm totally discouraged, you know the direction I should take. But whichever way I go, people set traps for me.
4 I look to my right for someone to support me—but no one pays me any attention. There's no safe place for me—no one cares about me at all.
5 I cry out to you, Lord, for help, saying, “You are the one who keeps me safe; you are all I need in life.*Literally, “you are my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Please listen to my sad cry, for I'm feeling very low. Please save me from those who are after me, for they're too strong for me.
7 Release me from my prison so I can praise you for the person you are! Those who live right will gather round me because you have treated me so well.”

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*142:5 Literally, “you are my portion in the land of the living.”

© 2018 Dr. Jonathan Gallagher