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(Meditative; of David’s when he was in the cave; a prayer.) 142 Aloud to Jehovah I cry, aloud with Jehovah I plead. 2 Before him I pour out my complaint, before him I tell my distress, 3 While my spirit is failing; but you know my path. In the road that I walk on they have buried a trap for me. 4** I look on the right and see, and there is no one that takes an interest in me; My place to flee to is lost, there is no one looking out for my life. 5 I cry to you, Jehovah; I say “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 6 Listen to my appeal, because I am in great want: Deliver me from my persecutors, because they are too strong for me. 7 Bring my life out of lockup to give thanks to your name; Honest men are awaiting my prospect that you will do me a good turn.