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1 A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer.
2 I cry aloud to the LORD;
I lift my voice to the LORD for mercy.
3 I pour out my complaint before him;
I reveal my trouble to him.
4 Although my spirit grows faint within me,
you know my way.
Along the path I travel
they have hidden a snare for me.
5 Look to my right and see;
no one attends to me.
There is no refuge for me;
no one cares for my life.
6 I cry to you, O LORD: “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
7 Listen to my cry,
for I am brought quite low.
Rescue me from my pursuers,
for they are too strong for me.
8 Free me from prison,
that I may praise your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because of your goodness to me.