1A maskil by David when he was in the cave; a prayer. Loudly, I cry to the LORD. Loudly, I plead with the LORD for mercy.
2I pour out my complaints in his presence and tell him my troubles.
3When I begin to lose hope, you already know what I am experiencing. My enemies have hidden a trap for me on the path where I walk.
4Look to my right and see that no one notices me. Escape is impossible for me. No one cares about me.
5I call out to you, O LORD. I say, "You are my refuge, my own inheritance in this world of the living."
6Pay attention to my cry for help because I am very weak. Rescue me from those who pursue me because they are too strong for me.
7Release my soul from prison so that I may give thanks to your name. Righteous people will surround me because you are good to me.