When I was desperate, I called out, and God got me out of a tight spot.
David prayed to God the words of this song after God saved him from all his enemies and from Saul.
The victim’s faint pulse picks up; the hearts of the hopeless pump red blood as you put your ear to their lips. Orphans get parents, the homeless get homes. The reign of terror is over, the rule of the gang lords is ended.
“Think well of me—and pray for me!” she said, and went her way. Then she ate heartily, her face radiant.