Sorrow Psalm
From prison dark unbind me, Lord,
that I may thank your holy name,
and let me crown the holy just
with bounty you have given me.
Lord, hear my call, for I am low.
Hyenas gather around me;
I have no strength before their teeth;
release me from those who hunt me.
I look to left and right and mourn;
I have no refuge and no peace,
and no one will care for my life,
so great is my cry to my Lord,
my refuge and my savior.
When I was overwhelmed with fear
and snares were laid across my way,
my gracious Lord looked to my step.
My plaints are heard, my worries known,
and I may lift a praying voice
before the throne, and trust to God.