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4 Look to my right and see; no one attends to me. There is no refuge for me; no one cares for my soul.
5 I cry to You, O LORD: “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”
6 Listen to my cry, for I am brought quite low. Rescue me from my pursuers, for they are too strong for me.
7 Free my soul from prison, that I may praise Your name. The righteous will gather around me because of Your goodness to me.