[1]I CRIED to the LORD with voice; my with my voice to the LORD did I make my supplication.[2]I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.[3]When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they secretly laid a snare for me.[4]I looked on my right hand, and there was no one to advise me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.[5]I cried to thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my hope and my portion, O LORD, in the land of the living.[6]Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.[7]Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name; thy righteous shall wait for me until thou shalt reward me.