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141:7. Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me
from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
141:8. Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just
wait for me, until thou reward me.
Psalms Chapter 142
Domine, exaudi.
The psalmist in tribulation calleth upon God for his delivery. The
seventh penitential psalm.
142:1. A psalm of David, when his son Absalom pursued him. [2 Kings 17.]
Hear, O Lord, my prayer: give ear to my supplication in thy truth: hear
me in thy justice.
142:2. And enter not into judgment with thy servant: for in thy sight no
man living shall be justified.
142:3. For 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:
142:4 And my spirit is in anguish within me: my heart within me is
troubled.
142:5. I remembered the days of old, I meditated on all thy works: I
meditated upon the works of thy hands.
142:6. I stretched forth my hands to thee: my soul is as earth without
water unto thee.
142:7. Hear 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.
142:8. Cause 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.
142:9. Deliver me from my enemies, O Lord, to thee have I fled:
142:10. Teach me to do thy will, for thou art my God. Thy good spirit
shall lead me into the right land: 11 for thy name's sake, O Lord,
thou wilt quicken me in thy justice. Thou wilt bring my soul out of
trouble:
142:12. And in thy mercy thou wilt destroy my enemies. And thou wilt cut
off all them that afflict my soul: for I am thy servant.
Psalms Chapter 143
Benedictus Dominus.
The prophet praiseth God, and prayeth to be delivered from his enemies.
No worldly happiness is to be compared with that of serving God.
A psalm of David against Goliath.
143:1. Blessed be the Lord my God, who teacheth my hands to fight, and
my fingers to war.
143:2. My mercy, and my refuge: my support, and my deliverer: My
protector, and I have hoped in him: who subdueth my people under me.
143:3. Lord, what is man, that thou art made known to him? or the son of
man, that thou makest account of him?
143:4. Man is like to vanity: his days pass away like a shadow.
143:5. Lord, bow down thy heavens and descend: touch the mountains, and
they shall smoke.
143:6. Send forth lightning, and thou shalt scatter them: shoot out thy
arrows, and thou shalt trouble them.
143:7. Put forth thy hand from on high, take me out, and deliver me from
many waters: from the hand of strange children:
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