I cry with my voice to YHWH, with my voice I make Supplication to Him, yea I pour out my complaint before Him, I tell of my trouble to Him. When my spirit is faint, You Know my path! That direction I walk where they set traps for me. I look to the right, but there are none who can help me and there is no refuge for me, no other cares for my soul. So I cry to You, O YHWH, You Alone Are my Refuge, my Sole Possession in this Land of the Living. So Give Heed To my cry when I am low! Yea Deliver me From my persecutors, for they are too formidable for me! Carry me Away, that I may give thanks to Your Name! Then surely the Righteous will surround me, for You Having Dealt Bountifully with me.
