1 A contemplative poem of David, when he was in the cave, a prayer.
2 I cry aloud with my voice to Adonai. With my voice I seek favor from Adonai.
3 I pour out my complaint before Him, before Him I tell my trouble.
4 When my spirit grows faint within me, You know my path. In the way where I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
5 Look at my right hand and see, for no one cares about me. I have no refuge— no one cares for my soul.