11 Because of all my enemies,(A)
    I am the utter contempt(B) of my neighbors(C)
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.
12 I am forgotten as though I were dead;(D)
    I have become like broken pottery.
13 For I hear many whispering,(E)
    “Terror on every side!”(F)
They conspire against me(G)
    and plot to take my life.(H)

14 But I trust(I) in you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my God.”
15 My times(J) are in your hands;
    deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
    from those who pursue me.

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