2 All I can see are angry crowds,making fun of me.
3 If you, Lord, don't help,who will pay the pricefor my release?
4 My friends won't really listen,all because of you,and so you must be the oneto prove them wrong.
5 They have condemned me,just to benefit themselves;now blind their children.
6 You, God, are the reasonI am insulted and spit on.
7 I am almost blind with grief;my body is a mere shadow.
8 People who are truly goodwould feel so alarmed,that they would become angrywith my worthless friends.