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1  A well-written song by David, when he was in the cave; a prayer. 
To the Lord I cry out;  
to the Lord I plead for mercy. 
2  I pour out my lament before him; 
I tell him about my troubles. 
3  Even when my strength leaves me,  
you watch my footsteps. 
In the path where I walk 
they have hidden a trap for me. 
4  Look to the right and see! 
No one cares about me.  
I have nowhere to run; 
no one is concerned about my life. 
5  I cry out to you, O Lord; 
I say, “You are my shelter, 
my security in the land of the living.” 
6  Listen to my cry for help, 
for I am in serious trouble!  
Rescue me from those who chase me, 
for they are stronger than I am. 
7  Free me from prison, 
that I may give thanks to your name. 
Because of me the godly will assemble, 
for you will vindicate me.