LORD, I say, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living. 7 Listen to my cry for help, for I am brought very low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. Lead me out of my prison, that I may give thanks to your name. Then the just shall gather around me because you have been good to me.
Prison is possibly a metaphor for general distress.
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