Geneva(i)
4 I looked vpon my right hand, and beheld, but there was none that would knowe me: all refuge failed me, and none cared for my soule.
5 Then cryed I vnto thee, O Lord, and sayde, thou art mine hope, and my portion in the land of the liuing.
6 Hearken vnto my crye, for I am brought very lowe: deliuer me from my persecuters, for they are too strong for me.