⁴ Look on my right hand and see,
For there is no one who acknowledges me;
Refuge has failed me;
No one cares for my soul.

¹⁸ There is no one to guide her
Among all the sons she has brought forth;
Nor is there any who takes her by the hand
Among all the sons she has brought up.

^20 (A)My tent is plundered,
And all my cords are broken;
My children have gone from me,
And they are ^(B)no more.
There is no one to pitch my tent anymore,
Or set up my curtains.