Psalms 142:2-5

²(142:3) I pour out before him my grief: my distress I recite before him.

³(142:4) When my spirit was overwhelmed within me—and thou knowest well my path—on the way whereon I desired to walk they had secretly laid a snare for me.

⁴(142:5) Look to the right, and behold, yea, there is no man that recognizeth me: every refuge is lost to me; there is no one that careth for my soul.

⁵(142:6) I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge, my portion in the land of life.