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Scripture Context
Psalms 141:7 - Psalms 142:6
7 Our bones are scattered at the grave's mouth, as when one cutteth and cleaveth wood upon the earth.
8 But mine eyes are unto thee, O God the Lord; in thee is my trust; leave not my soul destitute.
9 Keep me from the snares which they have laid for me, and the gins of the workers of iniquity.
10 Let the wicked fall into their own nets, whilst that I withal escape.
Psalms 142
Intro: There is comfort in prayer. (Maschil of David; A prayer when he was in the cave.)
1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
2 I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I looked on my right hand, and behold, but there was no man that would know me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5 I cried unto thee, O Lord; I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.