9. Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
10. My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
11. Because of all my enemies, I am the utter contempt of my neighbors and an object of dread to my closest friends— those who see me on the street flee from me.
12. I am forgotten as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.
13. For I hear many whispering, “Terror on every side!” They conspire against me and plot to take my life.
14. But I trust in you, Lord; I say, “You are my God.”
15. My times are in your hands; deliver me from the hands of my enemies, from those who pursue me.
16. Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your unfailing love.
17. Let me not be put to shame, Lord, for I have cried out to you; but let the wicked be put to shame and be silent in the realm of the dead.