1 With my voice to the LORD I cry out; with my voice to the LORD I make my plea.
2 Before him I pour out my lament; before him I make my distress known.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me, you know my path. On the way I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look to my right and see—no one acknowledges me; there is no place of escape for me; no one cares about my soul.
5 I cry out to you, LORD; I say, "You are my shelter, my share in the land of the living."
6 Listen to my cry, for I am very weak; rescue me from those who chase me, for they are stronger than I.
7 Lead my soul out of confinement, so that I may thank your name. The righteous will gather around me, because you will be good to me.