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4 Looking upon the right hand, and seeing, and none caring for me: flight perished from me; none sought for my soul
5 I cried to thee, O Jehovah: I said, Thou my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.
6 Attend to my cry, for I languished greatly: deliver me from those pursuing me, for they were strengthened above me.
7 Bring forth my soul out of prison to praise thy name: the just shall surround upon me; for thou wilt benefit to me.