2 I cried to the Lord with my voice; with my voice I made supplication to the Lord. 3 I will pour out before him my supplication: I will declare before him mine affliction. 4 When my spirit was fainting within me, then thou knewest my paths; in the very way wherein I was walking, they hid a snare for me. 5 I looked on my right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared for my soul. 6 I cried unto thee, O Lord, and said, Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living. 7 Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I. 8 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to thy name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until thou recompense me.