9Have mercy on me, Yahweh, for I am in distress. My eye, my soul, and my body waste away with grief.
10For my life is spent with sorrow, My years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity. My bones are wasted away.
11Because of all my adversaries I have become utterly contemptible to my neighbors, A fear to my acquaintances. Those who saw me on the street fled from me.
12I am forgotten from their hearts like a dead man. I am like broken pottery.
13For I have heard the slander of many, terror on every side, While they conspire together against me, They plot to take away my life.
14But I trust in you, Yahweh. I said, You are my God.
15My times are in your hand. Deliver me from the hand of my enemies, and from those who persecute me.
