1 I cry with my voice unto the LORD; with my voice unto the LORD do I make supplication.

2 I pour out my complaint before him; I shew before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk have they hidden a snare for me.

4 Look on my right hand, and see; for there is no man that knoweth me: refuge hath failed me; no man careth for my soul.

5 I cried unto thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.