I cry out to the Lord with my voice; with my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.
2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare before Him my trouble.
3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have secretly set a snare for me.
4 Look on my right hand and see, for there is no one who acknowledges me; refuge has failed me; no one cares for my soul.
5 I cried out to You, O Lord: I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.
7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise Your name; the righteous shall surround me, for You shall deal bountifully with me.”