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.
New International Reader’s Version
A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil.
1I call out to the LORD. I pray to him for mercy.2I pour out my problem to him. I tell him about my trouble.3When I grow weak, you are watching over my life. In the path where I walk, people have hidden a trap to catch me.4Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me. No one is concerned about me. I have no place of safety. No one cares whether I live or die.5LORD, I cry out to you. I say, ‘You are my place of safety. You are everything I need in this life.’6Listen to my cry. I am in great need. Save me from those who are chasing me. They are too strong for me.7My troubles are like a prison. Set me free so I can praise your name. Then those who do what is right will gather around me because you have been good to me.
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