A Davidic Maskil. When he was in the cave. A prayer.I cry aloud to the Lord;
I plead aloud to the Lord for mercy.

Look to the right and see:
no one stands up for me;
there is no refuge for me;
no one cares about me.

Free me from prison
so that I can praise Your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because You deal generously with me.

I cry to You, Lord;
I say, “You are my shelter,
my portion in the land of the living.”

Although my spirit is weak within me,
You know my way.

Along this path I travel
they have hidden a trap for me.

Listen to my cry,
for I am very weak.
Rescue me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.

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