I looked upon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would know me: all refuge failed me, and [a]none cared for my soul.

Then cried I unto thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art mine [b]hope, and my portion in the land of the living.

Hearken unto my cry, for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 142:4 Or, sought for myself.
  2. Psalm 142:5 Though all means failed him, yet he knew that God would never forsake him.

Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
    no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;(A)
    no one cares(B) for my life.

I cry to you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my refuge,(C)
    my portion(D) in the land of the living.”(E)

Listen to my cry,(F)
    for I am in desperate need;(G)
rescue me(H) from those who pursue me,
    for they are too strong(I) for me.

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