4 Though my spirit may become faint within me, even then, you have known my paths. Along this way, which I have been walking, they have hidden a snare for me.
5 I considered toward the right, and I looked, but there was no one who would know me. Flight has perished before me, and there is no one who has concern for my soul.
6 I cried out to you, O Lord. I said: You are my hope, my portion in the land of the living.
7 Attend to my supplication. For I have been humbled exceedingly. Free me from my persecutors, for they have been fortified against me.
8 Lead my soul out of confinement in order to confess your name. The just are waiting for me, until you repay me.