A Contemplation[a] of David. A Prayer when he was in the cave.
1 I cry out to the Lord with my voice;
With my voice to the Lord I make my supplication.
I declare before Him my trouble.
Then You knew my path.
In the way in which I walk
They have secretly set a snare for me.
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.
I said, “You are my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.
For I am brought very low;
Deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than I.
That I may praise Your name;
The righteous shall surround me,
For You shall deal bountifully with me.”