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.
14. I hear the whispers of the crowd;terrors are all around me.They conspire together against me;they plot to take my life.
15. But I trust in you, Lord;I say, “You are my God.”
16. My destiny is in your hands;rescue me from my enemies,from the hands of my pursuers.
17. Let your face shine on your servant;save me in your mercy.
18. Do not let me be put to shame,for I have called to you, Lord.Put the wicked to shame;reduce them to silence in Sheol.