For you are my Rock and my strong tower; go in front of me and be my guide, because of your name.

My behaviour was as if it had been my friend or my brother: I was bent low in grief like one whose mother is dead.

Even my dearest friend, in whom I had faith, who took bread with me, is turned against me.

But it was you, my equal, my guide, my well-loved friend.

Looking to my right side, I saw no man who was my friend: I had no safe place; no one had any care for my soul.