|
- I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
- I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble.
- When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
- Look to my right and see; no one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no one cares for my life.
- I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."
|
|