Thomson(i)
1 On understanding. By David when he was in the cave. A Prayer. With my voice I cried to the Lord; to the Lord I made supplication with my voice.
2 Before him I pour out my prayer: before him I will declare my affliction.
3 When my spirit fainted thou knewest my paths. In the way I was going they hid a snare for me.
4 I looked to the right; and observed that none was there, who knew me. Flight was cut off from me; and is he not earnestly seeking my life?
5 To thee, O Lord, I cried and said, Thou art my hope; my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend to my supplication; 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 adore thy name, Lord. Let the righteous wait for me, till thou shalt reward me.