Psalms 142:2-6

²I pour forth before Him my meditation, My distress before Him I declare.

³When my spirit hath been feeble in me, Then Thou hast known my path; In the way in which I walk, They have hid a snare for me.

⁴Looking on the right hand — and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

⁵I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, 'Thou art my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'

⁶Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.