With all my voice I cry to the Lord,
with all my voice I entreat the Lord.
I pour out my toubles before hi;
I tell him all my distress
while my spiriti faints within me.
But you, O Lord, know my path.
On the way where I shall walk
they have hidden a snare to entrap me.
Look, on my right hand and see:
there is not one who takes my part.
I have no means of escape,
not one who cares ofr my soue.
I cry to you, O Lord.
I have said: “You are my refuge,
all I have left in the land of the living.”
Listen then to my cry
for I am in the depths of distress.
Rescue me from those who pursue me
for they are stronger than I.
Bring my soul out of this prison
and then I shall praise your name.
Around me the just willl assemble
because of your goodness to me.
Lord, we humbly ask for your goodness May you help us to hope in you, and give us a share with your chosen ones in the land of the living.
You are my refuge, Lord; you are all that I desire in this life.
The Lord humbled himself, and God exualted him for ever.