I cry with my voice unto Jehovah With my voice unto Jehovah do I make supplication.
I pour out my complaint before him I show before him my trouble.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walk Have they hidden a snare for me.
Look on [my] right hand, and see For there is no man that knoweth me: Refuge hath failed me No man careth for my soul.
I cried unto thee, O Jehovah I said, Thou art my refuge, 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 soul out of prison, That I may give thanks unto thy name: The righteous shall compass me about For thou wilt deal bountifully with me.
Leitura na versão Bible American Standard - Inglés