4. I look'd on my right hand, and view'd,but none to know me were;All refuge failed me, no mandid for my soul take care.
5. I cry'd to thee; I said, Thou artmy refuge, Lord, alone;And in the land of those that livethou art my portion.
6. Because I am brought very low,attend unto my cry:Me from my persecutors save,who stronger are than I.
7. From prison bring my soul, that Ithy name may glorify:The just shall compass me, when thouwith me deal'st bounteously.