I call to the Lord with a loud voice :
with loud voice I entreat his favour.
I pour out my complaint before him :
and tell him all my trouble.
When my spirit is faint within me, you know my path :
in the way where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.
I look to my right hand and see :
but no man will know me;
All escape is gone :
and there is no one who cares for me.
I call to you, O Lord, I say You are my refuge :
you are my portion in the land of the living.
Heed my loud crying, for I am brought very low :
O save me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of the prison-house :
that I may praise your name.
When you have given me my reward :
then will the righteous gather about me.