1A Maskil* of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer. With my voice I cry out to the Lord; with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord.2I pour out my complaint before him; I tell my trouble before him.3When my spirit faints within me, you know my way! In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.4Look to the right and see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one cares for my soul.5I cry to you, O Lord; I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”6Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low! Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me!7Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name! The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.
New International Version
A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.
1I cry aloud to the Lord; I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.*2I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble.3When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me.4Look and see, there is no-one at my right hand; no-one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no-one cares for my life.5I cry to you, Lord; I say, ‘You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.’6Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.7Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.
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