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I hate those who cling to false gods, but I trust the LORD.
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I will rejoice and be glad because of your mercy. You have seen my misery. You have known the troubles in my soul.
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You have not handed me over to the enemy. You have set my feet in a place where I can move freely.
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Have pity on me, O LORD, because I am in distress. My eyes, my soul, and my body waste away from grief.
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My life is exhausted from sorrow, my years from groaning. My strength staggers under [the weight of] my guilt, and my bones waste away.
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I have become a disgrace because of all my opponents. I have become someone dreaded by my friends, even by my neighbors. Those who see me on the street run away from me.
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I have faded from memory as if I were dead and have become like a piece of broken pottery.
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I have heard the whispering of many people-- terror on every side-- while they made plans together against me. They were plotting to take my life.
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I trust you, O LORD. I said, "You are my God."
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My future is in your hands. Rescue me from my enemies, from those who persecute me.
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Smile on me. Save me with your mercy.