Into your hands I commit my spirit;1 redeem me, O LORD, the God of truth.26
I hate those who cling to worthless idols;3 I trust in the LORD.47
I will be glad and rejoice in your love, for you saw my affliction5 and knew the anguish6 of my soul.
You have not handed me over7 to the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.89
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress;9 my eyes grow weak with sorrow,10 my soul and my body11 with grief.
My life is consumed by anguish12 and my years by groaning;13 my strength fails14 because of my affliction,a15 and my bones grow weak.1611
Because of all my enemies,17 I am the utter contempt18 of my neighbors;19 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;20 I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear the slander21 of many; there is terror on every side;22 they conspire against me23 and plot to take my life.2414
But I trust25 in you, O LORD; I say, "You are my God."
My times26 are in your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me.