¹ A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
² I cry aloud with my voice to Adonai.
With my voice I seek favor from Adonai.
³ I pour out my complaint before Him,
before Him I tell my trouble.
⁴ When my spirit grows faint within me,
You know my path.
In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
⁵ Look at my right hand and see,
for no one cares about me.
I have no refuge—
no one cares for my soul.
⁶ I have cried out to You, Adonai.
I said: “You are my refuge,
    my portion in the land of the living.”
⁷ Listen to my cry,
    for I am brought very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors,
    for they are too strong for me.
⁸ Bring my soul out of prison,
    so I may praise Your Name.
The righteous will triumph through me,
    for You will reward me.