1I cry to the Lord with my voice; *
to the Lord I make loud supplication.
2I pour out my complaint before him *
and tell him all my trouble.
3When my spirit languishes within me, you know my path; *
in the way wherein I walk they have hidden a trap for me.
4I look to my right hand and find no one who knows me; *
I have no place to flee to, and no one cares for me.
5I cry out to you, O Lord; *
I say, “You are my refuge,
my portion in the land of the living.”
6Listen to my cry for help, for I have been brought very low; *
save me from those who pursue me,
for they are too strong for me.
7Bring me out of prison, that I may give thanks to your Name; *
when you have dealt bountifully with me,
the righteous will gather around me.
A Collect for Fridays
Almighty God, whose most dear Son went not up to joy but first he suffered pain, and entered not into glory before he was crucified: Mercifully grant that we, walking in the way of the cross, may find it none other than the way of life and peace; through Jesus Christ your Son our Lord. Amen.
Image Credit: The Prison, Anonymous, Formerly attributed to Giorgio Ghisi (Italian, Mantua ca. 1520–1582 Mantua)
Metropolitan Museum of Art’s Open Access Collection – https://www.metmuseum.org/art/collection/search/367819