1 A well-written song by David, when he was in the cave; a prayer.To the LORD I cry out; to the LORD I plead for mercy.2 I pour out my lament before him;I tell him about my troubles.3 Even when my strength leaves me, you watch my footsteps. In the path where I walkthey have hidden a trap for me.4 Look to the right and see.No one cares about me. I have nowhere to run; no one is concerned about my life.5 I cry out to you, O LORD;I say, “You are my shelter,my security in the land of the living.”6 Listen to my cry for help,for I am in serious trouble. Rescue me from those who chase me,for they are stronger than I am.7 Free me from prisonthat I may give thanks to your name.Because of me the godly will assemble, for you will vindicate me.