MSTC(i)
4 I look upon my righthand, and see there is no man that will know me. I have no place to flee unto, no man careth for my soul.
5 Therefore do I cry unto thee, O LORD, and say, "Thou art my hope and my portion in the land of the living!"
6 Consider my complaint, for I am brought very low. O deliver me from my persecutors, for they are too strong for me.