8 And thou hast not inclosed mewithin the en'my's hand;And by thee have my feet been madein a large room to stand.
9 O Lord, upon me mercy have,for trouble is on me:Mine eye, my belly, and my soul,with grief consumed be.
10 Because my life with grief is spent,my years with sighs and groans:My strength doth fail; and for my sinconsumed are my bones.
11 I was a scorn to all my foes,and to my friends a fear;And specially reproach'd of thosethat were my neighbours near:When they me saw they from me fled.
12 Ev'n so I am forgot,As men are out of mind when dead:I'm like a broken pot.
13 For slanders I of many heard;fear compass'd me, while theyAgainst me did consult, and plotto take my life away.
14 But as for me, O Lord, my trustupon thee I did lay;And I to thee, Thou art my God,did confidently say.