With full voice I cry to the Lord; with full voice I beseech the Lord.
Before God I pour out my complaint, lay bare my distress.
My spirit is faint within me, but you know my path.
Along the way I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
I look to my right hand, but no friend is there.
There is no escape for me; no one cares for me.
I cry out to you, Lord, I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
Listen to my cry for help, for I am brought very low.
Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
Lead me out of my prison, that I may give thanks to your name.
Then the just shall gather around me because you have been good to me.