I cried unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.2
I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.3
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then you knew my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privately laid a snare for me.4
I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.5
I cried unto you, O LORD: I said, You are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.6
Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.7
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name: the righteous shall compass me about; for you shall deal bountifully with me.