Psalms

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

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

2I pour out my complaint before Him;I reveal my trouble to Him.

3Although my spirit grows faint within me,You know my way.Along the path I travelthey have hidden a snare for me.

4Look to my right and see;no one attends to me.There is no refuge for me;no one cares for my soul.

5I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge,my portion in the land of the living.”

6Listen to my cry,for I am brought quite low.Rescue me from my pursuers,for they are too strong for me.

7Free my soul from prison,that I may praise Your name.The righteous will gather around mebecause of Your goodness to me.