The relief effort in Haiti picks up steam.
1I cried to Yahvah with my voice; with my voice to Yahvah, I made my supplication.
2I poured out my complaint before him; I showed my trouble before him.
3When my spirit was overwhelmed inside me, then you knew my path. In the way where I walked, they have secretly laid a snare for me.
4I looked on my right hand, and there was no one to advise me; refuge failed me; no man cared for my soul.
5I cried to you, Yahvah; I said, You are my hope and my portion, Yahvah, in the land of the living.
6Attend to my cry; for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.
7Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise your name; your righteous will wait for me until you will reward me.
It had been slow, limited by a single runway at the airport and journey overland from the Dominican Republic. At this point the relief effort is beginning to pick up.
Prayers from quake victims and from witnesses around the world had now gone up. (Verses 1 and 2.)
There had been a snare laid for the people of Haiti, a false religion that had ensnared many of the country. (verse 3)
No one cared for the soul of the country. (verse 4)
Focus was turning to those who had survived, medical care for those in the "land of the living." (Verse 5.)