Webster(i)
3 (142:2)I poured out my complaint before him; I showed before him my trouble.
4 (142:3)When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way in which I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
5 (142:4)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.