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.