With my voice I cry out to the
Lord; with my voice I plead for mercy to the Lord. I pour out my complaint
before him; I tell my trouble before him.
When my spirit faints within me, you know my way!
In the path where I walk they have hidden a trap for me. Look to the right and
see: there is none who takes notice of me; no refuge remains to me; no one
cares for my soul.
I cry to you, O Lord; I say,
“You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” Attend to my cry, for
I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me! Bring me out of
prison, that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.
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