Psalms 31:9-13

9Have pity on me, O Lord, because I am in distress. My eyes, my soul, and my body waste away from grief.

10My life is exhausted from sorrow, my years from groaning. My strength staggers under ⌞the weight of⌟ my guilt, and my bones waste away.

11I have become a disgrace because of all my opponents. I have become someone dreaded by my friends, even by my neighbors. Those who see me on the street run away from me.

12I have faded from memory as if I were dead and have become like a piece of broken pottery.

13I have heard the whispering of many people— terror on every side— while they made plans together against me. They were plotting to take my life.