A Plea for Relief from Persecutors

I CRY out to the LORD with my voice;

With my voice to the LORD I make my supplication.

I pour out my complaint before Him;

I declare before Him my trouble.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,

Then You knew my path.

In the way in which I walk

They have secretly set a snare for me.

Look on my right hand and see,

For there is no one who

acknowledges me;

Refuge has failed me;

No one cares for my soul.

I cried out to You, O LORD:

I said, " You are my refuge,

My portion in the land of the living.

Attend to my cry,

For I am brought very low;

Deliver me from my persecutors,

For they are stronger than I .

Bring my soul out of prison,

That I may praise your name;

The righteous shall surround me,

For You shall deal bountifully with me."