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Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief, my soul and my body also.
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For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
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I am the scorn of all my adversaries, a horror to my neighbors, an object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.
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I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.
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Yea, I hear the whispering of many--terror on every side! --as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
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But I trust in thee, O LORD, I say, "Thou art my God."
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My times are in thy hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors!
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Let thy face shine on thy servant; save me in thy steadfast love!
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Let me not be put to shame, O LORD, for I call on thee; let the wicked be put to shame, let them go dumbfounded to Sheol.
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Let the lying lips be dumb, which speak insolently against the righteous in pride and contempt.
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O how abundant is thy goodness, which thou hast laid up for those who fear thee, and wrought for those who take refuge in thee, in the sight of the sons of men!