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To the Eternal I will cry, and with my voice will I entreat;
Pouring before Him all my woes, for I am overwhelmed and faint;
In my path lies a hidden snare; there is none who will help nor care;
No refuge safe is there but God; all help fails that is not from Him.

To the Eternal I will cry, Thou art my refuge from all strife;
Give ear, attend my fervent cry; hear me, for I am very low;
Save me from my pursuing foes; for their strength is far more than mine;
Then shall I give thanks to Thy name, for Thy bountiful goodness, Lord.