Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;1 my eyes grow weak with sorrow,2 my soul and my body3 with grief.
My life is consumed by anguish4 and my years by groaning;5 my strength fails6 because of my affliction,a7 and my bones grow weak.811
Because of all my enemies,9 I am the utter contempt10 of my neighbors;11 I am a dread to my friends-- those who see me on the street flee from me.
I am forgotten by them as though I were dead;12 I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear the slander13 of many; there is terror on every side;14 they conspire against me15 and plot to take my life.16