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Dave Burnette's Commentary

Psalm Chapter 142

Written By: God through Inspiration
Penned By: David, Asaph, Solomon, Heman, Ethan, Moses, and the Sons of Korah
Date Penned: (1440-586 BC)
Overview: Poetry for the Expression of Praise and Worship to God (c 1-150)
Theme: The Fifth Book of Psalms (c 107-150)
Message: Praying When Overwhelmed (v 1-7)

Psalms 142 Commentary 

(142:4-6) A Desperate Prayer - Have you ever felt that no one cares what happens to you? David had good reason to feel that way, and he wrote, "Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low." Through prayer, we can pull out of this kind of tailspin and be reminded that God cares for us deeply. 

(142:7) Prayer in the Midst of Struggle - This psalm was written when David was hiding from Saul in caves like the ones at Adullam (1 Samuel 22) and En-gedi (2 Samuel 24). These may have seemed like prisons to him because of their darkness, isolation, and confinement.

Dave Burnette's Life Application

Our Refuge

Each day we walk through the Bible chapter by chapter making an application of our text to help us grow in the Lord. Many applications can be made from each day's text. Today, we continue in the Book of Psalms with Chapter 142. In our text today, we see the theme of prayer when overwhelmed and desperate, how God is our refuge. In making applications, we see that only God can keep us safe when we feel cornered by our enemies. How about you? Do you feel cornered by your enemies? Let us learn from our Psalm and Text today to remember that God is our refuge, an ever-present help in our time of need, so we can call out to Him, knowing He hears us and will deliver us.


Psalm 142

Psalm 142

 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.