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Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in distress;
    my eye wastes away from grief,
    my soul and body also.
10 For my life is spent with sorrow
    and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,[a]
    and my bones waste away.(A)

11 I am the scorn of all my adversaries,
    a horror[b] to my neighbors,
an object of dread to my acquaintances;
    those who see me in the street flee from me.(B)
12 I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
    I have become like a broken vessel.(C)

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Footnotes

  1. 31.10 Gk Syr: Heb my iniquity
  2. 31.11 Cn: Heb exceedingly