A maskil of David. When he was in the cave. A prayer.
  1I cry aloud to the Lord;
   I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
  2I pour out before him my complaint;
   before him I tell my trouble.

  3When my spirit grows faint within me,
   it is you who watch over my way.
  In the path where I walk
   people have hidden a snare for me.
  4Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;
   no one is concerned for me.
  I have no refuge;
   no one cares for my life.

  5I cry to you, 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.