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The Psalms of David · Psalm 142

To God I made my sorrows known, From God I sought relief; In long complaints before his throne I poured out all my grief.

My soul was overwhelmed with woes, My heart began to break; My God, who all my burden knows, He knows the way I take.

On every side I cast mine eye, And found my helpers gone; While friends and strangers passed me by, Neglected or unknown.

Then did I raise a louder cry, And called thy mercy near,- "Thou art my portion when I die; Be thou my refuge here."

Lord, I am brought exceeding low, Now let thine ear attend, And make my foes who vex me know I've an almighty Friend.

From my sad prison set me free, Then shall I praise thy name, And holy men shall join with me Thy kindness to proclaim.