6 I hate those who serve worthless idols,but I trust in the Lord.
7 I will be happy and rejoice in your faithfulness,because you notice my painand you are aware of how distressed I am.
8 You do not deliver me over to the power of the enemy;you enable me to stand in a wide open place.
9 Have mercy on me, for I am in distress!My eyes grow dim from suffering.I have lost my strength.
10 For my life nears its end in pain;my years draw to a close as I groan.My strength fails me because of my sin,and my bones become brittle.
11 Because of all my enemies, people disdain me;my neighbors are appalled by my suffering – those who know me are horrified by my condition;those who see me in the street run away from me.
12 I am forgotten, like a dead man no one thinks about;I am regarded as worthless, like a broken jar.