With MY VOICE I CRIED OUT to the Lord; with MY VOICE I MADE MY SUPPLICATION to the Lord. I POURED OUT my complaint before His face; I DECLARED TO HIM my trouble… I looked on my right hand and saw, but there was no one who acknowledged me. Refuge failed me; no one cared for my soul. To You, O LORD, I CRIED OUT… Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low. Deliver me from my persecutors, for they are stronger than I. BRING MY SOUL OUT OF PRISON, THAT I MAY PRAISE YOUR NAME… Psalm 142:1–2, 4–7