Maschil
of David;
A Prayer
when he was in the cave.
I cried
unto the LORD
with my voice;
with my voice
unto the LORD
did I make my supplication.
I poured out
my complaint
before
him; I shewed
before
him my trouble.
When my spirit
was overwhelmed
within me, then thou knewest
my path.
In the way
wherein
I walked
have they privily laid
a snare
for me.
I looked
on my right hand,
and beheld,
but there was no man that would know
me: refuge
failed
me; no man cared
for my soul.
I cried
unto thee, O LORD:
I said,
Thou art my refuge
and my portion
in the land
of the living.
Attend
unto my cry;
for I am brought
very
low:
deliver
me from my persecutors;
for they are stronger
than I.
Bring
my soul
out of prison,
that I may praise
thy name:
the righteous
shall compass me about;
for thou shalt deal bountifully
with me.
