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.
I pour out my complaint before Him ; I reveal my trouble to Him.
Although my spirit grows faint within me , You know my way. Along the path ... I travel they have hidden a snare
Look to my right and see ; no one attends There is no refuge for me ; no one cares for my soul.
I cry to You , O LORD - : “ You (are) my refuge , my portion in the land of the living. ”
Listen to my cry , for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers , for they are too strong for me.
Free my soul from prison , that I may praise - Your name The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.