A maskil of David.
When he was in the cave.
A prayer.
1
I cry aloud to the LORD;
I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2
I pour out my complaint before thim;
before him I tell my trouble.
3
When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who know my way.
In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
4
Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
5
I cry to you, O LORD; I say,
"You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."
6
Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need;
rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
7
Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name.
Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.
