I poured out my complaint before Him; I laid before Him my trouble.
When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then Thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
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.
I cried unto Thee, O LORD; I said, "Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.
Attend unto my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I.