New International Version
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)
- Psalm 31:10 Or guilt