A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.1With 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 walkthey 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.