1   A maskil of David.

  When he was in the cave. A prayer.

  I cry out with my voice to Yahweh;

  I implore favor with my voice to Yahweh.

2   I pour out my complaint before him;

  I declare my trouble before him.

3   When my spirit faints within me,

  you know my way.

  On the path where I walk,

  they have hidden a trap for me;

4   look to my right and see.

  There is no one looking out for me;

  there is no escape for me;

  no one cares for my soul.

5   I cry out to you, O Yahweh.

  I say, “You are my refuge,

  my portion in the land of the living.”

6   Attend to my cry,

  for I am brought very low.

  Deliver me from my pursuers,

  for they are stronger than I.

7   Bring me out of prison,

  that I may give thanks to your name.

  The righteous will encircle me,

  because you will deal bountifully with me.