I CRY out to the LORD with my voice;
With my voice to the LORD I make my supplication. 2 I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare before Him my trouble.
When my spirit 1 was a overwhelmed within me,
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly b set a snare for me. 4 Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.
I cried out to You, O LORD:
I said, "You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living. 6 2 Attend to my cry,
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may c praise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me."