| | 1 | A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy. | |
| | 2 | I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble. | |
| | 3 | When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me. | |
| | 4 | Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life. | |
| | 5 | I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living." | |
| | 6 | Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me. | |
| | 7 | Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me. | |
