A Maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A Prayer.
 With my voice I cry out to the LORD;
with my voice I plead for mercy to the LORD.
 I pour out my complaint before him;
I tell my trouble before him.
 When my spirit faints within me,
you know my way!
In the path where I walk
they have hidden a trap for me.
 Look to the right and see:
there is none who takes notice of me;
no refuge remains to me;
no one cares for my soul.
 I cry to you, O LORD;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
 Attend to my cry,
for I am brought very low!
Deliver me from my persecutors,
for they are too strong for me!
 Bring me out of prison,
that I may give thanks to your name!
The righteous will surround me,
for you will deal bountifully with me.
(Psalm 142 ESV)