I Lift My Voice to the LORD1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy. 2 I pour out my complaint before Him; I reveal my trouble to Him. 3 Although my spirit grows faint within me, You know my way. Along the path I travel they have hidden a snare for me. 4 Look to my right and see, no one attends to me; there is no refuge for me, no one cares for my soul. 5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You [are] my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.” 6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me. 7 Free my soul from prison that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.
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