2I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.

3When 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.

4I looked on my right hand, and there was no one to advise me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.

5I cried to thee, O LORD; I said, Thou art my hope and my portion, O LORD, in the land of the living.

6Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.

7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name; thy righteous shall wait for me until thou shalt reward me.