1 (Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.) I cry aloud with my voice to the Lord; I make supplication with my voice to the Lord.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I declare my trouble before Him.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou didst know my path. In the way where I walk They have hidden a trap for me.

4 Look to the right and see; For there is no one who regards me; There is no escape for me; No one cares for my soul.

5 I cried out to Thee, O Lord; I said, "Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.

6 "Give heed to my cry, For I am brought very low; Deliver me from my persecutors, For they are too strong for me.

7 "Bring my soul out of prison, So that I may give thanks to Thy name; The righteous will surround me, For Thou wilt deal bountifully with me."