Psalms 141:5-8

⁵I looked on my right hand, and beheld, and there was no one that would know me. Flight hath failed me: and there is no one that hath regard to my soul.

⁶I cried to thee, O Lord: I said: Thou art my hope, my portion in the land of the living.

⁷Attend to my supplication: for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.

⁸Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the just wait for me, until thou reward me.