With my voice I cry to Jehovah;
With my voice I make my supplication to Jehovah.
I pour out my complaint before Him;
I declare my trouble before Him.
When my spirit fainted within me,
You knew my path.
On the way on which I walked
They have hidden a trap for me.
Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who regards me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for me.
I cried to You, O Jehovah;
I said, You are my arefuge
in the land of the living.
Give heed to my cry,
For I have been brought very low;
Deliver me from those who persecute me,
For they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may give thanks to Your name.
The righteous will surround me,
For You will deal bountifully with me.