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1I 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 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.