⁰A poem to David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.

¹With my voice I cry out to Yahweh; with my voice I seek favor from Yahweh.

²I pour out my complaint before him; my distress I tell before him.

³When my breath faints over me, you know my pathway. In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.

⁴Look to the right and see, there is no one who recognizes me; a place of escape is lost from me; there is no one who cares for my being.

⁵I cried out to you, Yahweh; I said, You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.

⁶Give attention to my ringing cry, for I am brought low exceedingly; deliver me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

⁷Bring out my being from the dungeon, to give thanks to your name. The righteous will surround me, for you will deal bountifully with me.