I let it out loud and set the whole trouble down, laid the ache of it open in front of God. When there was nothing left standing in me, You were the one who still knew where the road went. Look to my right: not one face knows me. Nowhere to go, and nobody asking after me. So I said it out: You are where I hide, what I have been given while I am still alive. Listen, because I have been brought down very low. Get me out from under the stronger ones. Take me out of this locked place so I have breath enough to praise Your name. The righteous will gather round me then, because You will have been good to me.