I cry aloud to the Lord; I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy.
I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him.
Although my spirit is weak within me, You know my way. Along this path I travel they have hidden a trap for me.
Look to the right and see: no one stands up for me; there is no refuge for me; no one cares about me.
I cry to You, Lord; I say, "You are my shelter, my portion in the land of the living."
Listen to my cry, for I am very weak. Rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
Free me from prison so that I can praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because You deal generously with me.