Psalms 102:20
To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
To hear the groan of the prisoner, To loose sons of death,
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11Let the groaning of the prisoner come in before Thee, According to the greatness of Thine arm, Leave Thou the sons of death.
21To declare in Zion the name of Jehovah, And His praise in Jerusalem,
7To open the eyes of the blind, To bring forth from prison the bound one, From the house of restraint those sitting in darkness.
7Doing judgment for the oppressed, Giving bread to the hungry.
33For Jehovah hearkeneth unto the needy, And His bound ones He hath not despised.
19For He hath looked From the high place of His sanctuary. Jehovah from heaven unto earth looked attentively,
14Hastened hath a wanderer to be loosed, And he doth not die at the pit, And his bread is not lacking.
18Together prisoners have been at ease, They have not heard the voice of an exactor,
19Small and great `are' there the same. And a servant `is' free from his lord.
10Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,
1A Prayer of the afflicted when he is feeble, and before Jehovah poureth out his plaint. O Jehovah, hear my prayer, yea, my cry to Thee cometh.
17He hath made the world as a wilderness, And his cities he hath broken down, Of his bound ones he opened not the house.
15He draweth out the afflicted in his affliction, And uncovereth in oppression their ear.
19Till the time of the coming of His word The saying of Jehovah hath tried him.
20The king hath sent, and looseth him, The ruler of the peoples, and draweth him out.
12For He who is seeking for blood Them hath remembered, He hath not forgotten the cry of the afflicted.
13Favour me, O Jehovah, See mine affliction by those hating me, Thou who liftest me up from the gates of death,
1A Song of the Ascents. From depths I have called Thee, Jehovah.
2Lord, hearken to my voice, Thine ears are attentive to the voice of my supplications.
6Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.
7Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
12And, O Jehovah of Hosts, trier of the righteous, Beholder of reins and heart, I do see Thy vengeance out of them, For unto Thee I have revealed my cause.
13Sing ye to Jehovah, praise Jehovah, For He hath delivered the soul of the needy From the hand of evil doers.
20See, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, My bowels have been troubled, Turned hath been my heart in my midst, For I have greatly provoked, From without bereaved hath the sword, In the house `it is' as death.
21They have heard that I have sighed, There is no comforter for me, All my enemies have heard of my calamity, They have rejoiced that Thou hast done `it', Thou hast brought in the day Thou hast called, And they are like to me.
22Come in doth all their evil before Thee, And one is doing to them as Thou hast done to me, For all my transgressions, For many `are' my sighs, and my heart `is' sick!
8Open thy mouth for the dumb, For the right of all sons of change.
17The desire of the humble Thou hast heard, O Jehovah. Thou preparest their heart; Thou causest Thine ear to attend,
18To judge the fatherless and bruised: He addeth no more to oppress -- man of the earth!
22And this `is' a people seized and spoiled, Snared in holes -- all of them, And in houses of restraint they were hidden, They have been for a prey, And there is no deliverer, A spoil, and none is saying, `Restore.'
19To deliver from death their soul, And to keep them alive in famine.
8To bind their kings with chains, And their honoured ones with fetters of iron,
1The Spirit of the Lord Jehovah `is' on me, Because Jehovah did anoint me To proclaim tidings to the humble, He sent me to bind the broken of heart, To proclaim to captives liberty, And to bound ones an opening of bands.
17He turned unto the prayer of the destitute, And He hath not despised their prayer.
34To bruise under one's feet any bound ones of earth,
17They cried, and Jehovah heard, And from all their distresses delivered them.
9To say to the bound, Go out, To those in darkness, Be uncovered. On the ways they feed, And in all high places is their pasture.
28To cause to come in unto Him The cry of the poor, And the cry of the afflicted He heareth.
8And if prisoners in fetters They are captured with cords of affliction,
5From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.
14He bringeth them out from the dark place, And death-shade, And their bands He draweth away.
11If `from' delivering those taken to death, And those slipping to the slaughter -- thou keepest back.
2Attend to me, and answer me, I mourn in my meditation, and make a noise,
6Jehovah is doing righteousness and judgments For all the oppressed.
4Let the weak and needy escape, From the hand of the wicked deliver them.
3Compassed me have cords of death, And straits of Sheol have found me, Distress and sorrow I find.
1To the Overseer, on stringed instruments. -- By David. Hear, O God, my loud cry, attend to my prayer.
22And they have been gathered -- A gathering of bound ones in a pit, And shut up they have been in a prison, And after a multitude of days are inspected.
6The cords of Sheol have surrounded me, Before me have been the snares of death.
9O Jehovah, save the king, He doth answer us in the day we call!