Voce mea ad Dominum
I cried unto the Lord with my voice; *
even unto the Lord I made my supplication.
I poured out my complaints before him, *
and showed him my trouble.
When my spirit was in heaviness you knew my path; *
in the way wherein I walked they had secretly laid a snare for me.
I looked also to my right hand *
and saw there was no one who would know me.
I had no place to flee to, *
and no one cared for my soul.
I cried out to you, O Lord, and said, *
“You are my refuge, and my portion in the land of the living.”
Consider my complaint, *
for I am brought very low.
O deliver me from my persecutors, *
for they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks unto your Name. *
When you show me your loving-kindness, then shall the righteous gather around me.