Tua Palavra

|Salmos 142:1| A maskil ²²² of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer. [1] I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.

|Salmos 142:2| I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble.

|Salmos 142:3| When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.

|Salmos 142:4| Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.

|Salmos 142:5| I cry to you, LORD; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

|Salmos 142:6| Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

|Salmos 142:7| Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.