A maskil of David, while he was in the cave, a prayer.
1 Loudly I cry to the Lord:
to the Lord plead loudly for mercy,
2 I pour my complaint before him,
I tell my troubles to him.
3 When my spirit is faint within me,
my path is known to you.
In the way I am wont to walk in,
they have hidden a trap for me.
4 I look to the right and the left;
but not a friend have I.
No place of refuge is left me,
not a man to care for me.
5 So I cry to you, O Lord:
I say, “My refuge are you,
all I have in the land of the living.”
6 Attend to my piercing cry,
for very weak am I.
Save me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7 Free me from prison,
that I may give thanks to your name,
for the righteous are patiently waiting
till you show your bounty to me.