Maschilof David; A Prayerwhen he wasin the cave. I crieduntothe LORDwith my voice; with my voiceuntothe LORDdid I make my supplication. I poured outmy complaintbeforehim; I showedbeforehim my trouble. When my spiritwas overwhelmedwithinme, then thouknewestmy path. In the waywhereinI walkedhave they privily laida snarefor me. I lookedon my right hand, and beheld, but there was no manthat would knowme: refugefailedme; no mancaredfor my soul. I crieduntothee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portionin the landof the living. Attenduntomy cry; forI am brought very low: deliverme from my persecutors; forthey are strongerthanI. Bring my soul outof prison, that I may praisethy name: the righteousshall compass me about; forthou shalt deal bountifullywithme.