Bring My Soul Out

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Psalm one hundred forty two, verses one through seven

I cried
unto the LORD
with my voice;
with my voice
unto the LORD
did I make
my supplication.

I poured out
my complaint
before him;
I shewed
before him
my trouble.

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.

I looked
on my right hand,
and beheld,
but there was
no man
that would
know me:
refuge failed me;
no man cared
for my soul.

I cried
unto thee,
O LORD:
I said,
Thou 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
persecutors;
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 bountifully
with me.

Psalm chapter one hundred forty two, verses one through seven

I cried
unto the LORD
with my voice;
with my voice
unto the LORD
did I make
my supplication.

I poured out
my complaint
before him;
I shewed
before him
my trouble.

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.

I looked
on my right hand,
and beheld,
but there was
no man
that would
know me:
refuge failed me;
no man cared
for my soul.

I cried
unto thee,
O LORD:
I said,
Thou 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
persecutors;
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 bountifully
with me.

The book of Psalms chapter one hundred forty two, verses one through seven

I cried
unto the LORD
with my voice;
with my voice
unto the LORD
did I make
my supplication.

I poured out
my complaint
before him;
I shewed
before him
my trouble.

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.

I looked
on my right hand,
and beheld,
but there was
no man
that would
know me:
refuge failed me;
no man cared
for my soul.

I cried
unto thee,
O LORD:
I said,
Thou 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
persecutors;
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 bountifully
with me.