8 and have not handed me over to the enemy. You have set my feet in a spacious place.
9 Be gracious to me, Lord,because I am in distress; my eyes are worn out from angry sorrow —my whole being as well.
10 Indeed, my life is consumed with griefand my years with groaning; my strength has failedbecause of my sinfulness, and my bones waste away.
11 I am ridiculed by all my adversariesand even by my neighbors.I am dreaded by my acquaintances;those who see me in the street run from me.
12 I am forgotten: gone from memorylike a dead person — like broken pottery.
13 I have heard the gossip of many;terror is on every side. When they conspired against me,they plotted to take my life.
14 But I trust in You, Lord;I say, “You are my God.”