1 A well-written song by David, when he was in the cave; a prayer.

To the Lord I cry out;

to the Lord I plead for mercy.

2 I pour out my lament before him;

I tell him about my troubles.

3 Even when my strength leaves me,

you watch my footsteps.

In the path where I walk

they have hidden a trap for me.

4 Look to the right and see.

No one cares about me.

I have nowhere to run;

no one is concerned about my life.

5 I cry out to you, O Lord;

I say, “You are my shelter,

my security in the land of the living.”

6 Listen to my cry for help,

for I am in serious trouble.

Rescue me from those who chase me,

for they are stronger than I am.

7 Free me from prison

that I may give thanks to your name.

Because of me the godly will assemble,

for you will vindicate me.