Psalm 142:4
Verse 4 of 7. The 142nd of 150 chapters in Psalms, in Poetry and Wisdom.
1I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4I 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.
5I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
6Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
Psalm 142:4 in the World English Bible
Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.Read Psalm 142:4 in the WEB
Matthew Henry on Psalm 142:4
How he was disowned and deserted by his friends, v. 4. When he was in favour at court he seemed to have a great interest, but when he was made an out-law, and it was dangerous for any one to harbour him (witness Ahimelech's fate), then no man would know him, but every body was shy of him.
Read Matthew Henry on Psalm 142:4–7: Complaints and Petitions.
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