I cried unto the Lord with my voice;
yea, even unto the
Lord did I make my supplication.
I poured out my complaints before him, and showed him of my trouble.
When my
spirit was in heaviness, thou knewest my path;
in the way
wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
I looked also upon my right hand, and saw there was no man that would know me.
I had no place to flee unto, and no man cared for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art my hope, and my portion in the land of the living.
Consider my complaint;
for I am brought very low.
O deliver me from my persecutors;
for they are too strong
for me.
Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks unto thy Name—which thing if thou wilt grant me, then shall the righteous resort unto my company.