with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
2I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
3When my spirit faints within me,
you know my way
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
4 Look to the right and see:
there is none who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for my soul.
5 I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, "You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living."
6 Attend to my cry,
for I am brought very low
Deliver me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me
7 Bring me out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully with me.
its always strange the way God works, in some strange way or another, opening up to a random psalm of sorts... and He'll minister... somehow...
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God is faithful... always...
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