Psalms 142:5
“I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.”
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
Related Verses
“I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.”
“Out of the depths have I cried unto thee, O Lord.”
“The Lord is the portion of mine inheritance and of my cup: thou maintainest my lot.”
“Thou art my portion, O Lord: I have said that I would keep thy words.”
“I said unto the Lord, Thou art my God: hear the voice of my supplications, O Lord.”