⁹ Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress.
My eye grows weak with sorrow—
my soul and my body too.

¹² I have been forgotten like a dead man, gone from memory.^[a]
I have become like a broken pot.
¹³ Yes, I hear the slander of many.
There is terror on every side.
When they conspire together against me,
they plot to take my life.

¹⁴ But I—I trust in you, O Lord.
I say, “You are my God.”
¹⁵ My times are in your hand.
Deliver me from the hand of my enemies
and from those who pursue me.
¹⁶ Let your face shine on your servant.
Save me in your mercy.