8 And have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy;You have set my feet in a wide place.
9 Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble;My eye wastes away with grief,Yes, my soul and my body!
10 For my life is spent with grief,And my years with sighing;My strength fails because of my iniquity,And my bones waste away.
11 I am a reproach among all my enemies,But especially among my neighbors,And am repulsive to my acquaintances;Those who see me outside flee from me.
12 I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind;I am like a broken vessel.
13 For I hear the slander of many;Fear is on every side;While they take counsel together against me,They scheme to take away my life.
14 But as for me, I trust in You, O Lord;I say, “You are my God.”