I call out to my God.
I pray to Her for Her favor.
I pour out my problem to Her.
I tell Her about my trouble.
When I grow weak,
She knows what I’m going through.
In the path where I walk,
people have hidden a trap to catch me.
Look around me, and you will see
that no one is concerned about me.
I have no place of safety.
No one cares whether I live or die.
My Lady, I cry out to you.
I say, “You are my place of safety.
You are everything I need in this life.”
Listen to my cry.
I am in great need.
Save me from those who are chasing me.
They are too strong for me.
My troubles are like a prison.
Set me free so I can praise your name.
Then those who do what is right will gather around me
because you have been good to me.
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