I look to my right and to my left,
and see that no one is concerned for me.
I have no refuge, no one cares for my life.
I cry to you O Lord; I say,
"You are my refuge.
You're all I want in my life.
Hear my cry
For I am very low.
Rescue me from my persecutors,
For they are too strong for me.
Bring me out of prison
So I can thank you
The Godly will crowd around me,
For you are good to me."
Psalms 142: 4- 7
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