Book of Psalms (Author Moses, David, Solomon, Asaph, Eman, Ethan, sons of Core, compiled by Esdras)

142:1¤ I cried to the Lord with my voice: with my voice I made supplication to the Lord.

142:2In his sight I pour out my prayer, and before him I declare my trouble:

142:3When my spirit failed me, then thou knewest my paths. In this way wherein I walked, they have hidden a snare for me.

142:4I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

142:5I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

142:6Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

142:7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.

143:1¤ Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear me in thy justice.

143:2And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no man living shall be justified.

143:3For the enemy hath persecuted my soul: he hath brought down my life to the earth. He hath made me to dwell in darkness as those that have been dead of old:

143:4And my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is troubled.

143:5I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I meditated upon the works of thy hands.

143:6I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without water unto thee.

143:7Hear me speedily, O Lord: my spirit hath fainted away. Turn not away thy face from me, lest I be like unto them that go down into the pit.

143:8Cause me to hear thy mercy in the morning; for in thee have I hoped. Make the way known to me, wherein I should walk: for I have lifted up my soul to thee.

143:9Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:

143:10Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit shall lead me into the right land:

143:11for thy name's sake, O Lord, thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble:

143:12And in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.

144:1¤ Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and my fingers to war.

144:2My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.

144:3Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of man, that thou makest account of him?

144:4Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.

144:5Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and they shall smoke.

144:6Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.

144:7Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from many waters: from the hand of strange children:

144:8Whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity.

144:9To thee, O God, I will sing a new canticle: on the psaltery and an instrument of ten strings I will sing praises to thee.

144:10Who givest salvation to kings: who hast redeemed thy servant David from the malicious sword:

144:11Deliver me, And rescue me out of the hand of strange children; whose mouth hath spoken vanity: and their right hand is the right hand of iniquity:

144:12Whose sons are as new plants in their youth: Their daughters decked out, adorned round about after the similitude of a temple:

144:13Their storehouses full, flowing out of this into that. Their sheep fruitful in young, abounding in their goings forth:

144:14Their oxen fat. There is no breach of wall, nor passage, nor crying out in their streets.

144:15They have called the people happy, that hath these things: but happy is that people whose God is the Lord.

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