⁹Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;
   my eye wastes away from grief,
   my soul and body also.
¹⁰For my life is spent with sorrow,
   and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,^*
   and my bones waste away.

¹¹I am the scorn of all my adversaries,
   a horror^* to my neighbours,
an object of dread to my acquaintances;
   those who see me in the street flee from me.
¹²I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
   I have become like a broken vessel.
¹³For I hear the whispering of many—
   terror all around!—
as they scheme together against me,
   as they plot to take my life.

¹⁴But I trust in you, O Lord;
   I say, ‘You are my God.’
¹⁵My times are in your hand;
   deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.
¹⁶Let your face shine upon your servant;
   save me in your steadfast love.