⁹ Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;^(A)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,^(B)
    my soul and body^(C) with grief.
¹⁰ My life is consumed by anguish^(D)
    and my years by groaning;^(E)
my strength fails^(F) because of my affliction,^[a](G)
    and my bones grow weak.^(H)
11 Because of all my enemies,^(I)
    I am the utter contempt^(J) of my neighbors^(K)
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;^(L)
    I have become like broken pottery.
¹³ For I hear many whispering,^(M)
    “Terror on every side!”^(N)
They conspire against me^(O)
    and plot to take my life.^(P)

¹⁴ But I trust^(Q) in you, Lord;
    I say, “You are my God.”
¹⁵ My times^(R) are in your hands;
    deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
    from those who pursue me.
¹⁶ Let your face shine^(S) on your servant;
    save me in your unfailing love.^(T)
17 Let me not be put to shame,^(U) Lord,
    for I have cried out to you;
but let the wicked be put to shame
    and be silent^(V) in the realm of the dead.
¹⁸ Let their lying lips^(W) be silenced,
    for with pride and contempt
    they speak arrogantly^(X) against the righteous.