Psalms 142:5
I remembered the days of old; and I meditated on all thy doings: yea, I meditated on the works of thine hands.
Brenton Septuagint
In The King James Version
I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
In Context
4Therefore my spirit was grieved in me; my heart was troubled within me.
6I spread forth my hands to thee; my soul thirsts for thee, as a dry land. Pause.
Cross References
Psalms 16:5Direct my steps in thy paths, that my steps slip not.
Psalms 35:12Let not the foot of pride come against me, and let not the hand of sinners move me.
Psalms 46:7Sing praises to our God, sing praises: sing praises to our King, sing praises.
Psalms 91:9But thou, O Lord, art most high for ever.
Matthew Henry on Psalms 142:5-7
Complaints and Petitions. 4 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. 5 I cried unto thee, O Lord : I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 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. The psalmist here… Read the whole commentary →