I cry to the Lord....! (Poetry) Part - 4

 My labor was exploited.
My blood was sucked.
All benefits of I sweated
They shared of plucked.
 
Don't leave me O’ Lord!
You are my only forte!
Upon me rushing toward,
Stand for my support.
 
Lord! Come to support me;
I’m discouraged and deserter;
Arrows are pointing to me;
I beg You to save me better.
 
In front of me standing as fort
You’ll come to fight for me!
Golden words of Your mouth
I’ll proclaim to all who see.
 
The meanness of the poor
Is not trivial to You indeed
You’ll come to support sure
To the call of poor, You’ll not hide
 
The praising of Your servant
Will come from You the Lord
May Your servants sing chant
Those who fear to You will chord.