‘I poured out my complaint before him; I shewed before him my trouble.
‘When my spirit was overwhelmed within me, then thou knewest my path. In the way wherein I walked have they privily laid a snare for me.
‘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.
‘I cried unto thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.’
—Psalm 142:2-5
