New American Bible (Revised Edition)
11 My life is worn out by sorrow,
and my years by sighing.
My strength fails in my affliction;
my bones are wearing down.(A)
12 To all my foes I am a thing of scorn,
and especially to my neighbors
a horror to my friends.
When they see me in public,
they quickly shy away.(B)
13 I am forgotten, out of mind like the dead;
I am like a worn-out tool.[a]