4-7. 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.
8-9. The rumor goes out, “He’s got some dirty,deadly disease. The doctorshave given up on him.”Even my best friend, the one I always told everything—he ate meals at my house all the time!—has bitten my hand.
10. God, give grace, get me up on my feet.I’ll show them a thing or two.
11-12. Meanwhile, I’m sure you’re on my side—no victory shouts yet from the enemy camp!You know me inside and out, you hold me together,you never fail to stand me tall in your presenceso I can look you in the eye.
13. Blessed is God, Israel’s God,always, always, always.Yes. Yes. Yes.