1 I cried unto the Lord with my voice;

With my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication.

2 I poured out my complaint before him;

I shewed before him my trouble.

3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Then thou knewest my path.

In the way wherein I walked

Have they privily laid a snare for me.

4 I looked on my right hand, and beheld,

But there was no man that would know me:

Refuge failed me;

No man cared for my soul.

5 I cried unto thee, O Lord:

I said, Thou art my refuge

And 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 praise thy name:

The righteous shall compass me about;

For thou shalt deal bountifully with me.