3 When my spirit was overwhelmed within me,then thou knewest my path.In the way wherein I walkedhave they privily laid a snare for me.
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.