I cry aloud1 to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.22
I pour out my complaint3 before him; before him I tell my trouble.43
When my spirit grows faint5 within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge;6 no one cares7 for my life.
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge,8 my portion9 in the land of the living."106
Listen to my cry,11 for I am in desperate need;12 rescue me13 from those who pursue me, for they are too strong14 for me.
Set me free from my prison,15 that I may praise your name.16 Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.17