I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy. 1
I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble. 2
When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me. 3
Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. 4
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living." 5
Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. 6
Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me. 7