I cry with my voice to the LORD.

With my voice, I ask the LORD for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before him.

I tell him my troubles.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

you knew my path.

In the way in which I walk,

they have hidden a snare for me.

Look on my right, and see;

for there is no one who is concerned for me.

Refuge has fled from me.

No one cares for my soul.

I cried to you, LORD.

I said, “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry,

for I am in desperate need.

deliver me from my persecutors,

For they are stronger than me.

Bring my soul out of prison,

that I may give thanks to your name.

The righteous will surround me,

for you will be good to me.