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I CRIED unto the LORD with my voice; * yea, even unto the LORD did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaints before him, * and showed him of my trouble.
When my spirit was in heaviness, thou knewest my path; * in the way wherein I walked, have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked also upon my right hand, * and saw there was no man that would know me.
I had no place to flee unto, * and no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O LORD, and said, * Thou art my hope, and my portion in the land of the living.
Consider my complaint; * for I am brought very low.
O deliver me from my persecutors; * for they are too strong for me.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy Name; * which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort unto my company.
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