I cry aloud to the Lord;

I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
I pour out my complaint before him;

before him I tell my trouble.

When my spirit grows faint within me,

it is you who know my way.
In the path were I walk

men have hidden a snare for me.
Look to my right and see;

no one in concerned for me.
I have no refuge;

no one cares for my life.

I cry to you, O Lord;

I say, "You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living."
Give heed to my cry:

for I am brought very low!

Deliver me from my persecutors;

for they are too strong for me!
Bring me out of prison,

that I may give thanks to thy name!
The righteous will surround me;

for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

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