4
I 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.
5
I cried unto thee, O LORD: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
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Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low: deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I.
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Bring my soul out of prison, that I may praise thy name: the righteous shall compass me about; for thou shalt deal bountifully with me.