1421 I cried unto the Lord with my voice; with my voice unto the Lord did I make my supplication. 2 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble. 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
4 I looked [1] on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul. 5 I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.
1421 I cry with my voice to Yahweh.
With my voice, I ask Yahweh for mercy. 2 I pour out my complaint before him.
I tell him my troubles. 3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
you knew my path.
In the way in which I walk,
they have hidden a snare for me.
4 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. 5 I cried to you, Yahweh.
I said, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.” 6 Listen to my cry,
for I am in desperate need.
deliver me from my persecutors,
For they are stronger than me. 7 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.
1421 The sound of my cry went up to the Lord; with my voice I made my prayer for grace to the Lord. 2 I put all my sorrows before him; and made clear to him all my trouble. 3 When my spirit is overcome, your eyes are on my goings; nets have been secretly placed in the way in which I go.
4 Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul. 5 I have made my cry to you, O Lord; I have said, You are my safe place, and my heritage in the land of the living. 6 Give ear to my cry, for I am made very low: take me out of the hands of my haters, for they are stronger than I. 7 Take my soul out of prison, so that I may give praise to your name: the upright will give praise because of me; for you have given me a full reward.
1421 An Instruction of David, a Prayer when he is in the cave. My voice 'is' unto Jehovah, I cry, My voice 'is' unto Jehovah, I entreat grace. 2 I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare. 3 When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way 'in' which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.
4 Looking on the right hand—and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul. 5 I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, 'Thou 'art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.' 6 Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I. 7 Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!
