7 You hate those who serve worthless idols,but I trust in the Lord.
8 I will rejoice and be glad in your mercy,once you have seen my misery,[and] gotten to know the distress of my soul.
9 You will not abandon me into enemy hands,but will set my feet in a free and open space.
10 Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress;affliction is wearing down my eyes,my throat and my insides.
11 My life is worn out by sorrow,and my years by sighing.My strength fails in my affliction;my bones are wearing down.
12 To all my foes I am a thing of scorn,and especially to my neighborsa horror to my friends.When they see me in public,they quickly shy away.
13 I am forgotten, out of mind like the dead;I am like a worn-out tool.