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1Loudly I cry to the Lord: to the Lord plead loudly for mercy, 2I pour my complaint before him, I tell my troubles to him. 3When my spirit is faint within me, my path is known to you. In the way I am wont to walk in, they have hidden a trap for me. 4I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me. 5So I cry to you, O : LordI say, ‘My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.’ 6Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.