A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. I cry with my voice to the LORD, with my voice I make supplication to the LORD,
I pour out my complaint before him, I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit is faint, thou knowest my way! In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
I look to the right and watch, but there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me, no man cares for me.
I cry to thee, O LORD; I say, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
Give heed to my cry; for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are too strong for me!
Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to thy name! The righteous will surround me; for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.
Revised Standard Version of the Bible, copyright 1952 [2nd edition, 1971] by the Division of Christian Education of the National Council of the Churches of Christ in the United States of America. Used by permission. All rights reserved. (Revised Standard Version w/ Apocrypha)