9 Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble:
my eye wastes away for grief,
my throat also and my inward parts.
10 For my life wears out in sorrow, and my years with sighing:
my strength fails me in my affliction,
and my bones are consumed.
11 I am become the scorn of all my enemies:
and my neighbours wag their heads in derision.
12 I am a thing of horror to my friends:
and those that see me in the street shrink from me.
13 I am forgotten like one dead and out of mind:
I have become like a broken vessel.
14 For I hear the whispering of many:
and fear is on every side;
15 While they plot together against me:
and scheme to take away my life.
16 But in you, Lord, have I put my trust:
I have said ‘You are my God.’
17 All my days are in your hand:
O deliver me from the power of my enemies
and from my persecutors.
18 Make your face to shine upon your servant:
and save me for your mercy’s sake.