Psalms 142:1-4

I cry aloud to the LORD; I lift up my voice to the LORD for mercy. I pour out before him my complaint; before him I tell my trouble. When my spirit grows faint within me, it is you who watch over my way. In the path where I walk people have hidden a snare for me. Look and see, there is no-one at my right hand; no-one is concerned for me. I have no refuge; no-one cares for my life.