Maschil of David; A Prayer when he was in the cave.
^1I with my voice cry'd to the Lord,
with it made my request:
^2Pour'd out to him my plaint, to him
my trouble I exprest.
^3When in me was o'erwhelm'd my sp'rit,
then well thou knew'st my way;
Where I did walk a snare for me
they privily did lay.
^4I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,
but none to know me were;
All refuge failed me, no man
did for my soul take care.
^5I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou art
my refuge, Lord, alone;
And in the land of those that live
thou art my portion.
^6Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.
^7From prison bring my soul, that I
thy name may glorify:
The just shall compass me, when thou
with me deal'st bounteously.