Psalms 142:5
I remembered the days of old; and I meditated on all your doings: yes, I meditated on the works of your hands. 1
LXX2012 (US English)
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. 1
6I spread forth my hands to you; my soul thirsts for you, as a dry land. Pause. 1
Cross References
Psalms 16:5Direct my steps in your paths, that my steps slip not. 1
Psalms 35:12There have all the workers of iniquity fallen: they are cast out, and shall not be able to stand.
Psalms 46:7For God is king of all the earth: sing praises with understanding. 1
Psalms 91:9+ 91:9 Alex. + for behold your enemies, O Lord, as in Heb. For, behold, your enemies shall perish; and all the workers of iniquity shall be scattered. 1
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 →