1aI cry out with my voice to Yahweh; I implore favor with my voice to Yahweh.
I pour out my complaint before him; I declare my trouble before him.
When my spirit faints within me, you know my way. On the path where I walk, they have hidden a trap for me;
look to [my] right and see. There is no one looking out for me; there is no escape for me;b no one cares for my soul.c5
I cry out to you, O Yahweh. I say, "You [are] my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."
Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.
Bring med out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. [The] righteous will encircle me, because you will deal bountifully with me.