a poem of/ David when/ was/ he in the/ cave a prayerI cry with my voice to Yahweh. With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy.I pour out my complaint before him. I tell him my troubles.When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, you knew my route. On the path in which I walk, they have hidden a snare for me.Look on my right, and see; for there is no one who is concerned for me. Refuge has fled from me. No one cares for my soul.I cried to you, Yahweh. I said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”Listen to my cry, for I am in desperate need. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will be good to me.
English text: World English Bible (public domain). Morphological data from STEPBible TIPNR, Tyndale House, Cambridge. Licensed under CC BY 4.0.