8 You have not handed me over to my enemiesbut have set me in a safe place.
9 Have mercy on me, lord, for I am in distress.Tears blur my eyes.My body and soul are withering away.
10 I am dying from grief;my years are shortened by sadness.Sin has drained my strength;I am wasting away from within.
11 I am scorned by all my enemiesand despised by my neighbors—even my friends are afraid to come near me.When they see me on the street,they run the other way.
12 I am ignored as if I were dead,as if I were a broken pot.
13 I have heard the many rumors about me,and I am surrounded by terror.My enemies conspire against me,plotting to take my life.
14 But I am trusting you, O lord,saying, “You are my God!”