Psalm 142 (NIV)
A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.
Pursued by his enemies, deserted by his friends, holed up in a cave—that is where we find David now.
1 I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out before him my complaint;
before him I tell my trouble.
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.
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.
One major factor in David’s tale of woe is the constant threat of his enemies; they are always setting a trap where they think he will walk. When he looks to the right, that is, to the place of an advocate or helper, there is no one. Everyone seems indifferent to his desperate need. No one cares for his life. It is really a haunting cry, “No one cares for my soul,” a harsh indictment against a selfish, depersonalized society—and perhaps today against a sleeping church.
5 I cry to you, Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
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.
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.
Romans 12:15 (ESV)
Rejoice with those who rejoice.
HERE is Kari Jobe and “Love Came Down.” And we rejoice God is Love!
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