1I cry to the Lord Most High,
Lift my voice with plaintive cry;
2Pour out my complaint to Him,
Tell the trouble I am in.
Lord, in mercy think on me,
Hear my supplicating plea.
3When my spirit does grow faint,
I trust You hear my complaint.
You it is who know my way;
Know the path I walk each day.
Foes have hid a snare for me,
Hid a trap I cannot see.
4Look to my right hand and see,
No one is concerned for me.
I’ve no refuge – none who care;
5I cry, “Lord, You must be there!
You’re my refuge, my portion,
In the land of living ones.”
6Listen to my cry and heed,
For I am in desperate need.
Save me from those who pursue,
They are not too strong for You.
Rescue me and hear my plea,
For they are too strong for me.
7Set me from my prison free,
That my praise to You might be.
Righteous ones will gather round
to hear how You did confound;
They will all Your goodness see
how You loved me bountifully.