Psalms 141:4-7

⁴I looked on my right hand, and behold, for there was none that noticed me; refuge failed me; and there was none that cared for my soul.

⁵I cried to you, O Lord, and said, You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

⁶Attend to my supplication, for I am brought very low; deliver me from them that persecute me; for they are stronger than I.

⁷Bring my soul out of prison, that I may give thanks to your name, O Lord; the righteous shall wait for me, until you recompense me.