The Book of Psalms

A maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh; with my voice I plead for Yahweh’s favor.

I pour out my lament before him; I tell him my troubles.

When my spirit is weak within me, you know my path. In the way that I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right and see that there is no one who cares about me. There is no escape for me; no one cares about my life.

I called out to you, Yahweh; I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Listen to my call, for I have been brought very low; rescue me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

Bring my soul out of prison so that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will gather around me because you have been good to me.”

I cry with my voice to the LORD. With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.

I cried to you, LORD. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.