1 With my voice—to Yahweh, make I outcry, With my voice—to Yahweh, make I supplication:

2 I pour out before him my complaint, My distress—before him, I tell.

3 When my spirit fainted concerning myself, then, thou, didst take note of my path,—In the course which I was about to take, they had hidden a snare for me.

4 Look to the right hand and see, that there is none that, for me, hath regard,—Escape is lost to me, There is no one to care for my life.

5 I have made outcry unto thee, O Yahweh,—I have said, Thou, art my refuge, my portion, in the land of the living.

6 Attend thou unto my loud cry, for I am brought very low,—Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

7 O bring forth, out of prison, my soul, That I may give thanks unto thy Name,—About me, let the righteous gather round, for thou wilt deal bountifully with me.