A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.

With full voice I cry to the Lord; with full voice I beseech the Lord.

Before God I pour out my complaint, lay bare my distress.

My spirit is faint within me, but you know my path.

Along the way I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right hand, but no friend is there.

There is no escape for me; no one cares for me.

I cry out to you, Lord, I say, you are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

Listen to my cry for help, for I am brought very low.

Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.

Lead me out of my prison, that I may give thanks to your name.

Then the just shall gather around me because you have been good to me.

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