Dual Panel1 A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer. I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy.
2I pour out my complaint before him; before him I tell my trouble.
3When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who know my way. In the path where I walk men have hidden a snare for me.
4Look to my right and see; no-one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no-one cares for my life.
5I cry to you, O LORD; I say, "You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living."
6Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need; rescue me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.
7Set me free from my prison, that I may praise your name. Then the righteous will gather about me because of your goodness to me.