I cry aloud to the Lord;
I lift up my voice to the Lord for mercy.

I pour out my complaint before him;
before him I tell my trouble.

When my spirit grows faint within me,
it is you who know my way.

Look to my right and see;
no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge;
no one cares for my life.

I cry to you, O Lord;
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”