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Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble :
 my eye wastes away for grief,
   my throat also and my inward parts.
For my life wears out in sorrow,
   and my years with sighing :
 my strength fails me in my affliction,
   and my bones are consumed.
I am become the scorn of all my enemies :
 and my neighbours wag their heads in derision.
I am a thing of horror to my friends :
 and those that see me in the street shrink from me.
I am forgotten like a dead man out of mind :
 I have become like a broken vessel.
For I hear the whispering of many :
 and fear is on every side;
While they plot together against me :
 and scheme to take away my life.
But in you, Lord, have I put my trust :
 I have said ‘You are my God.’