9
Be merciful to me, O LORD,
for I am in distress;
my eyes fail from sorrow,
my soul and body as well.
10
For my life is consumed with grief
and my years with groaning;
my iniquity has drained my strength,
and my bones are wasting away.
11
Among all my enemies I am a disgrace,
and among my neighbors even more.
I am dreaded by my friends —
they flee when they see me on the street.
12
I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind.
I am like a broken vessel.
13
For I hear the slander of many;
there is terror on every side.
They conspire against me
and plot to take my life.