1 I to JEHOVAH with my voice
express'd aloud my cry;
In supplications to the LORD,
I rais'd my voice on high.
2 Before his face I poured out
my sorrowful complaint;
Before his presence I declar'd
the grief I underwent.

3 In me my spirit was o'erwhelm'd;
my path was known to Thee:
And in the way I was to go
they hid a snare for me.
4 On my right hand I look'd and view'd,
but none would know me there;
All human refuge failed me;
none for my soul would care.

5 Then to the LORD I cry'd, and said;
Thou shalt my refuge be,
And in the land of living ones,
my portion is in Thee.
6 Because I'm brought exceeding low,
O listen to my cry;
Me from my persecutors save,
who stronger are than I.

7 From out of prison bring my soul,
to sing loud praise to Thee;
The just will circle me with joy,
when Thou shalt favour me.