I said, “God, be gracious!Put me together again—my sins have torn me to pieces.”My enemies are wishing the worst for me;they make bets on what day I will die.If someone comes to see me,he mouths empty platitudes,All the while gathering gossip about meto entertain the street-corner crowd.These “friends” who hate mewhisper slanders all over town.They form committeesto plan misery for me.