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Psalm 142:3

Rotherham Emphasized Bible 1902

When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path,—In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

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Keep me out of the clutches of the trap they have set for me, and the snares of the workers of iniquity.

The proud have hidden a snare for me, and, cords, have they spread as a net beside the track, Snares, have they set for me. Selah.

Let there be heard a cry out of their houses, When thou shalt bring in upon them a troop, suddenly,—Because they digged a pit to capture me, And snares, did they hide for my feet.

Therefore hath my spirit, fainted concerning myself, Within me, hath, my heart, been confounded.

From the end of the earth, unto thee do I cry, When my heart fainteth away, Unto a rock that is higher than I, wilt thou lead me.

Smitten like herbage, so is my heart dried up, For I have forgotten to eat my food.

I remember God and I murmur, I muse, and my spirit swooneth. Selah.

They stir up strife—they lie hid, They, mark my steps,—Seeing they have waited for my life.

Wilt thou bring me forth, out of the net which they have hidden for me? For, thou, art my refuge.

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones,—My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

For Yahweh doth acknowledge the way of the righteous; but, the way of the lawless, shall vanish.

But, he, knoweth the way that I choose, Having tried me, as gold, I shall come forth.

Then, went the Pharisees and took, counsel, that they might ensnare him, in discourse.

Thou hast tested my heart, hast made inspection by night, hast refined me until thou couldst find nothing, Had I devised evil, my mouth should not have transgressed:

Surely, vanity, are men of low degree, Deception, men of high degree,—In the balances, they go up, They, are made of vanity, altogether.

A Prayer for the Humbled One when he is about to faint, and, before Yahweh, poureth out his grief. O Yahweh, hear thou my prayer, and let, my cry for help, unto thee, enter in.

Arise, cry out in the night, At the beginning of the watches, pour out, like waters, thy heart, right before the face of My Lord,—Lift up, above thee, the palms of thy hands, for the life of thy children, who are swooning for hunger, at the top of all the streets!




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