Psalms 142:4-7

⁴I look to the right and the left; but not a friend have I. No place of refuge is left me, not a man to care for me.

⁵So I cry to you, O Lord: I say, “My refuge are you, all I have in the land of the living.”

⁶Attend to my piercing cry, for very weak am I. Save me from those who pursue me, for they are too strong for me.

⁷Free me from prison, that I may give thanks to your name, for the righteous are patiently waiting till you show your bounty to me.