A prayer of David when he was in the cave. A maskil.
I call out to the Lord.
I pray to him for mercy.
2I pour out my problem to him.
I tell him about my trouble.
3When I grow weak,
you are watching over my life.
In the path where I walk,
people have hidden a trap to catch me.
4Look and see that no one is on my right side to help me.
No one is concerned about me.
I have no place of safety.
No one cares whether I live or die.
5Lord, I cry out to you.
I say, “You are my place of safety.
You are everything I need in this life.”
6Listen to my cry.
I am in great need.
Save me from those who are chasing me.
They are too strong for me.
7My troubles are like a prison.
Set me free so I can praise your name.
Then those who do what is right will gather around me
because you have been good to me.