1 I cry aloud to the Lord;I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.
2 I pour out before him my complaint;before him I tell my trouble.
3 When my spirit grows faint within me,it is you who watch over my way.In the path where I walkpeople have hidden a snare for me.
4 Look and see, there is no one at my right hand;no one is concerned for me.I have no refuge;no one cares for my life.