I Lift My Voice to the LORD

A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.

I cry aloud to the LORD;

I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before Him;

I reveal my trouble to Him.

Although my spirit grows faint within me,

You know my way.

Along the path I travel

they have hidden a snare for me.

Look to my right and see;

no one attends to me.

There is no refuge for me;

no one cares for my soul.

I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge,

my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry,

for I am brought quite low.

Rescue me from my pursuers,

for they are too strong for me.

Free my soul from prison,

that I may praise Your name.

The righteous will gather around me

because of Your goodness to me.