Psalm 31:9-13

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)