Psalms 142:7
“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.”
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 will sing unto the Lord, because he hath dealt bountifully with me.”
“Thou art my hiding place; thou shalt preserve me from trouble; thou shalt compass me about with songs of deliverance. Selah.”
“Which executeth judgment for the oppressed: which giveth food to the hungry. The Lord looseth the prisoners:”
“Return unto thy rest, O my soul; for the Lord hath dealt bountifully with thee.”
“Our soul is escaped as a bird out of the snare of the fowlers: the snare is broken, and we are escaped.”