I cry aloud to the LORD
I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy
I pour out before him my complaint
I tell my trouble before Him
When 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 and there is no other way
Look 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
I have no chance if You don’t love me
I cry to you, LORD
I say, “You are my refuge
My portion in the land of the living
I still live because of You”
Listen to my cry
For I am in desperate need
Rescue me from those who pursue me
For they are too strong for me
Set me free from my prison
That I may praise your name with my word
Then the righteous will gather about me
Because of your goodness to me, My Lord
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