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Psalms 142
Psalms
Chapter 142
142
1I cry with my voice unto Jehovah; With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.
2I pour out my complaint before him; I show before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.
4Look onmy right hand, and see; For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me; No man careth for my soul.
5I cried unto thee, O Jehovah; I said, Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.
6Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.
What is Psalms 142 about?
Set in David's days of flight, a maschil given as his prayer when he was in the cave pours out his complaint to the LORD when no one else regards his soul. Hunted and alone, with every refuge failing and no man caring for him, he cries that the LORD is his refuge and his portion in the land of the living. He pleads to be brought out of prison, trusting that the righteous will gather around him when God deals bountifully with him. From the depths of his distress, David rests his whole case on the God who hears the cry of the abandoned.
Matthew Henry on Psalms 142