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

17 Let me not be put to shame,g Lord,

for I have cried out to you;

but let the wicked be put to shame

and be silenth in the realm of the dead.

18 Let their lying lipsi be silenced,

for with pride and contempt

they speak arrogantlyj against the righteous.