Lord, hear my prayer. Listen to my cry for your favor. You are faithful and right. Come and help me.
Don't take me to court and judge me, because in your eyes no living person does what is right.
My enemies chase me. They crush me down to the ground. They make me live in darkness like those who died long ago.
So I grow weak. Deep down inside me, I'm afraid.
I remember what happened long ago. I spend time thinking about all of your acts. I consider what your hands have done.
I spread out my hands to you in prayer. I'm thirsty for you, just as dry ground is thirsty for rain. "Selah"