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A maschil of David, when he was in the cave; a prayer.
With my voice I cry out for help to Yahweh;
with my voice I plead for Yahweh's favor.
I pour out my lament before him;
I tell him my troubles.
When my spirit is weak within me,
you know my path.
In the way that I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
I look to my right and and see
that there is no one who cares about me.
There is no escape for me;
no one cares about my life.
I called out to you, Yahweh;
I said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.
Listen to my call,
for I have been brought very low;
rescue me from my persecutors,
for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of prison
so that I may give thanks to your name.
The righteous will gather around me
because you have been good to me.”