I cried unto thee, O Jehovah;
I said, Thou art my refuge,
My portion in the land of the living.

Bring my soul out of prison,
That I may give thanks unto thy name:
The righteous shall compass me about;
For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.

When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,
Thou knewest my path.
In the way wherein I walk
Have they hidden a snare for me.

I cry with my voice unto Jehovah;
With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.

Attend unto my cry;
For I am brought very low:
Deliver me from my persecutors;
For they are stronger than I.

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