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I cry out to you, Lord,
    I say, You are my refuge,(A)
    my portion in the land of the living.(B)
Listen to my cry for help,
    for I am brought very low.(C)
Rescue me from my pursuers,
    for they are too strong for me.
Lead my soul from prison,
    that I may give thanks to your name.
Then the righteous shall gather around me[a]
    because you have been good to me.

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Footnotes

  1. 142:8 Then the righteous shall gather around me: in the Temple, when the psalmist offers a thanksgiving sacrifice.