1 Unto the Lord God with my voice
I did send out my cry:
And with my straining voice unto
the Lord God prayed I.
2 My meditation in his sight
to pour I did not spare,
And in the presence of the Lord
my trouble did declare.
3 Although perplexed was my soul,
my path was known to thee:
In way where I did walk, a snare,
they slyly laid for me.
4 I look'd and view'd on my right hand,
but none there would me know:
All refuge failed me, and for
my soul none care did shew.
5 Then cried I to thee, and said,
O Lord, my hope thou art:
And in the land of the living
my portion and my part.
6 Hear now my cry, for I am brought
full low, deliver me
From them that do me persecute,
for me too strong they be.
7 That I may praise thy name, my soul
from prison, Lord bring out:
When thou art good to me, the just
shall compass me about.Source: The Whole Book of Psalms #CXLII