2With my own voice I cry to the Lord;

with my own voice I beseech the Lord.

3Before him I pour out my complaint,

tell of my distress in front of him.

4When my spirit is faint within me,a

you know my path.b

As I go along this path,

they have hidden a trap for me.c

5I look to my right hand to seed

that there is no one willing to acknowledge me.

My escape has perished;

no one cares for me.

6I cry out to you, Lord,

I say, You are my refuge,e

my portion in the land of the living.f

7Listen to my cry for help,

for I am brought very low.g

Rescue me from my pursuers,

for they are too strong for me.

8Lead my soul from prison,

that I may give thanks to your name.

Then the righteous shall gather around me*

because you have been good to me.