Psalm 142 Christianity. Orthodoxy. Catholicism. Sense of life. Prayers.
If I speak with the languages of men and of angels, but don't have love, I have become sounding brass, or a clanging cymbal.                If I have the gift of prophecy, and know all mysteries and all knowledge; and if I have all faith, so as to remove mountains, but don't have love, I am nothing.                If I dole out all my goods to feed the poor, and if I give my body to be burned, but don't have love, it profits me nothing.                Love is patient and is kind; love doesn't envy. Love doesn't brag, is not proud, doesn't behave itself inappropriately, doesn't seek its own way, is not provoked, takes no account of evil; doesn't rejoice in unrighteousness, but rejoices with the truth; bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never fails. But where there are prophecies, they will be done away with.               
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Psalm 142
   

Lord, hear my prayer; give ear to my petition in Thy truth. Hear me in Thy justice. And enter not into judgment with Thy slave, for in Thy sight no living soul will be justified. For the enemy has persecuted my soul, he has humbled my life to the earth; he has made me dwell in darkness, like the dead of old. And my spirit desponds within me, and my heart within me is troubled. I remember the days of old, I meditate on all Thy works, I meditate on the works of Thy hands. I stretch out my hands to Thee; my soul like parched earth thirsts for Thee. Hear me speedily, O Lord; my spirit grows faint. Hide not Thy face from me lest I be like those who go down to the pit. Make me hear Thy mercy in the morning, for in Thee I have hoped. Make known to me the way I should go, O Lord, for I lift up my soul to Thee. Deliver me, O Lord, from my enemies; to Thee I have fled. Teach me to do Thy will, for Thou art my God; Thy good Spirit will guide me to the right land. Thou wilt quicken me, O Lord, for the glory of Thy Name. In Thy justice Thou wilt bring my soul out of trouble. And in Thy mercy Thou wilt slay my enemies, and destroy all who afflict my soul, for I am Thy slave.

(And again)
Hear me, O Lord, in Thy justice, and enter not into judgment with Thy slave. Thy good spirit will guide me to the right land.

Glory to the Father, and to the Son, and to the Holy Spirit, now and ever, and to the ages of ages. Amen.

Alleluia, alleluia, alleluia. Glory to Thee, O God. (Thrice).

The Lord is God and has appeared to us. Blessed is he who comes in the Name of the Lord.

Here are sung the Troparion of the Sunday, Feast or Saint and its Theotokion, as appointed.

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