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.
Ver. 4. I looked on my right hand] Not a man would appear for me. Aφιλον το δυστυχες, misery is friendless for the most part. See 2 Timothy 4:16. Nulla fides unquam miseros delegit amicos.