A contemplation by David, when he was in the cave.
A Prayer.
I cry with my voice to the LORD.
With my voice, I ask the LORD 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.