1 I cry out with my voice to the Lord;

With my voice I implore the Lord for compassion.

2 I pour out my complaint before Him;

I declare my trouble before Him.

3 When my spirit felt weak within me,

You knew 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 favorably;

*There is no escape for me;

No one cares for my soul.

5 I cried out to You, Lord;

I said, "You are my refuge,

My portion in the land of the living.

6 "Give Your attention to my cry,

For I have been brought very low;

Rescue 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 Your name;

The righteous will surround me,

For You will look after me."