(KJV)
I cried unto the LORD with my voice;
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.
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.