I pour out my complaint1 before him; before him I tell my trouble.23
When my spirit grows faint3 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;4 no one cares5 for my life.
I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge,6 my portion7 in the land of the living."86
Listen to my cry,9 for I am in desperate need;10 rescue me11 from those who pursue me, for they are too strong12 for me.
Set me free from my prison,13 that I may praise your name.14 Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.15