1 I cry out unto Jehovah with my voice; with my voice unto Jehovah I make my supplication.2 I pour out my meditation before Him; I make known before His face my distress.3 When my spirit was faint within me, then You knew my path. In the way in which I walk they have hidden a snare for me.4 Look on my right hand and see, for there is no one who acknowledges me; refuge has vanished from me; no one cares for my soul.5 I cried out unto You, O Jehovah: I said, You are my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.6 Give attention to my cry, for I am brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto Your name; the righteous shall surround me, for You shall deal bountifully with me.