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Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress; my eye wastes away from grief, my soul and 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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For I hear the whispering of many— terror all around!— as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
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But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, "You are my God."
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My times are in your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
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Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your steadfast love.
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Do not let me be put to shame, O Lord, for I call on you; let the wicked be put to shame; let them go dumbfounded to Sheol.
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Let the lying lips be stilled that speak insolently against the righteous with pride and contempt.
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O how abundant is your goodness that you have laid up for those who fear you, and accomplished for those who take refuge in you, in the sight of everyone!