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I looked on my right and noticed,
    but there was no one who would care for me;
there is no refuge for me;
    no one cares for my soul.

I cried unto You, O Lord;
    I said, “You are my refuge
    and my portion in the land of the living.”

Attend to my cry,
    for I am brought very low;
deliver me from my persecutors,
    for they are stronger than me.

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