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. 6 Attend unto my cry; for I am brought very low : deliver me from my persecutors; for they are stronger than I. 7 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.