12. Withhold not thou, O Lord, thy tender mercies from me: thy mercy and thy truth have always upheld me.
13. For evils without number have surrounded me; my iniquities have overtaken me, and I was not able to see. They are multiplied above the hairs of my head: and my heart hath forsaken me.
14. Be pleased, O Lord, to deliver me, look down, O Lord, to help me.
15. Let them be confounded and ashamed together, that seek after my soul to take it away. Let them be turned backward and be ashamed that desire evils to me.