5 Look at my right hand and see, for no one cares about me. I have no refuge— no one cares for my soul.
6 I have cried out to You, Adonai. I said: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
7 Listen to my cry, for I am brought very low. Rescue me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.
8 Bring my soul out of prison, so I may praise Your Name. The righteous will triumph through me, for You will reward me.