Psalms 142:4-7

⁴I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.

⁵Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.

⁶Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.

⁷Bring my soule out of prison, that I may prayse thy Name: then shall the righteous come about me, when thou art beneficiall vnto me.