I cry aloud1 to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.22
I pour out before him my complaint;3 before him I tell my trouble.43
When my spirit grows faint5 within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.
Look and see, there is no one at my right hand; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge;6 no one cares7 for my life.
I cry to you, 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.