David prays for preservation from his persecutors.

 I CRIED unto the LORD with my voice; with my voice unto the LORD did I make my supplication.

 I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.

 When my spirit was ^aoverwhelmed^• within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a ^bsnare^• for me.

 I looked on my right hand, and beheld, but there was no man that would know me: refuge failed me; no man ^acared for my soul.

 I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.

 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

 Bring my ^asoul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.