7 I will be glad and rejoicebecause of your constant love.You see my suffering;you know my trouble.
8 You have not let my enemies capture me;you have given me freedom to go where I wish.
9 Be merciful to me, Lord,for I am in trouble;my eyes are tired from so much crying;I am completely worn out.
10 I am exhausted by sorrow,and weeping has shortened my life.I am weak from all my troubles;even my bones are wasting away.
11 All my enemies, and especially my neighbours,treat me with contempt;those who know me are afraid of me;when they see me in the street, they run away.
12 Everyone has forgotten me, as though I were dead;I am like something thrown away.
13 I hear many enemies whispering;terror is all round me.They are making plans against me,plotting to kill me.