Psalms 142:4-7

⁴I looked on my right hand, and beheld, But there was no man that would know me: Refuge failed me; No man cared for my soul.

⁵I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge And my portion in the land of the living.

⁶Attend unto my cry; For I am brought very low: Deliver me from my persecutors; For they are stronger than I.

⁷Bring my soul out of prison, That I may praise thy name: The righteous shall compass me about; For thou shalt deal bountifully with me.