While reading the Psalms I found myself focused upon 142.
Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has filed me;
No one cares for my soul.
But in his desperation David writes:
I cried out to you, O Lord;
I said, You are my refuge.
My portion in the land of the living
Attend to my cry,
For I am brought low;
Deliver me from my persectuors,
For they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may praise Your name
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