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I cry to the with my voice; * to the I make loud supplication.

I pour out my complaint before him * and tell him all my trouble.

When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path; * in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me; * I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.

I cry out to you, O ; * I say, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low; * save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name; * when you have dealt bountifully with me, the righteous will gather around me.

, hear my prayer, and in your faithfulness heed my supplications; * answer me in your righteousness.

Enter not into judgment with your servant, * for in your sight shall no one living be justified.