The Cave of Despair (Repeat)

‘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 Lᴏʀᴅ:  I said, Thou art my refuge and my portion in the land of the living.’—Psalm 142:2-5