Maschil of David, a prayer when he was in the cave.
1 Unto Jehovah with my voice,
I did unto him cry:
unto Jehovah with my voice
my sute for grace made I.
2 I did pour out before his face
before his face I did declare
the trouble me upon.
3 O’rewhelm’d in me when was my spirit,
then thou didst know my way:
I’th way I walkt, a snare for me
they privily did lay.
4 On my right hand I lookt, and saw,
but no man would me know,
all refuge fail’d me: for my soul
none any care did show.
5 Then to thee Lord, I cried, and said,
my hope thou art alone:
and in the land of living ones
thou art my portion.
6 Because I am brought very low,
attend unto my cry:
from my pursuers save thou me,
which stronger be then I.
7 That I thy Name may praise, my soul
from prison oh bring out:
when thou shalt me reward, the just
shall compass me about.