1 With my voiceto Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voiceto Yahweh, make I supplication:
2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distressbefore him, I tell.
3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path,In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard,Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.
5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh,I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.
6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low,Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.
7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name,About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.