I shall cry unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice shall I ask the LORD for mercy.

I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no one that would know me; I had no refuge; no one cared for my soul.

Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name; the righteous shall feast with me; when thou shalt have weaned me.

I cried unto thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my hope and my portion in the land of the living.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou didst know my path. In the way in which I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.

Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

I shall pour out my complaint before him; before him I shall tell of my trouble.