12 O Lord, do not take your tender mercies far from me. Your mercy and your truth ever sustain me.
13 For evils without number have surrounded me. My iniquities have taken hold of me, and I was not able to see. They have been multiplied beyond the hairs of my head. And my heart has forsaken me.
14 Be pleased, O Lord, to rescue me. Look down, O Lord, to help me.
15 Let them together be confounded and awed, who seek after my soul to steal it away. Let them be turned back and be in awe, who wish evils upon me.
16 Let them bear their confusion all at once, who say to me, "Well, well."
17 Let all who seek you exult and rejoice over you. And let those who love your salvation always say, "May the Lord be magnified."
18 But I am a beggar and poor. The Lord has been concerned about me. You are my helper and my protector. My God, do not delay.