^{4 Ref} Looking on the right hand -- and seeing, And I have none recognizing; Perished hath refuge from me, There is none inquiring for my soul.

^{5 Ref} I have cried unto thee, O Jehovah, I have said, `Thou `art' my refuge, My portion in the land of the living.'

^{6 Ref} Attend Thou unto my loud cry, For I have become very low, Deliver Thou me from my pursuers, For they have been stronger than I.

^{7 Ref} Bring forth from prison my soul to confess Thy name, The righteous do compass me about, When Thou conferrest benefits upon me!