Psalms 142:3–4

“No one inquires after my soul,” says David, with a snare hidden on his path

3When my spirit grows faint within me, you know my pathway; in the path where I walk they have hidden a snare for me.

4Look to the right and see: there is no one who recognizes me; escape has perished from me; there is no one who inquires after my soul.

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In its context

1A maskil of David, when he was in the cave. A prayer. With my voice to YHWH I cry out; with my voice to YHWH I make supplication.

2I pour out before him my complaint; my distress before him I declare.

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5I have cried out to you, YHWH; I have said, “You are my refuge, my portion in the land of the living.”

6Attend to my cry, for I am brought very low; deliver me from my pursuers, for they are stronger than I.

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Its words in the original

Loneliness