9 Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;m

my eyes grow weak with sorrow,n

my soul and bodyo with grief.

10 My life is consumed by anguishp

and my years by groaning;q

my strength failsr because of my affliction,b s

and my bones grow weak.t

11 Because of all my enemies,u

I am the utter contemptv of my neighborsw

and an object of dread to my closest friends—

those who see me on the street flee from me.

12 I am forgotten as though I were dead;x

I have become like broken pottery.

13 For I hear many whispering,y

“Terror on every side!”z

They conspire against mea

and plot to take my life.b

14 But I trustc in you, Lord;

I say, “You are my God.”

15 My timesd are in your hands;

deliver me from the hands of my enemies,

from those who pursue me.

16 Let your face shinee on your servant;

save me in your unfailing love.f