1 I cry aloud to the LORD;
       I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.

 2 I pour out my complaint before him;
       before him I tell my trouble.

 3 When my spirit grows faint within me,
       it is you who know my way.
       In the path where I walk
       men have hidden a snare for me.

 4 Look to my right and see;
       no one is concerned for me.
       I have no refuge;
       no one cares for my life.

 5 I cry to you, O LORD;
       I say, "You are my refuge,
       my portion in the land of the living."

 6 Listen to my cry,
       for I am in desperate need;
       rescue me from those who pursue me,
       for they are too strong for me.

 7 Set me free from my prison,
       that I may praise your name.
       Then the righteous will gather about me
       because of your goodness to me.