My eye wastes away from grief, my soul and body also.

For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing;

My strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.

I am the scorn of all my adversaries, a horror to my neighbors,

An object of dread to my acquaintances; those who see me in the street flee from me.

I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.

For I hear the whispering of many -- terror all around!

As they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.

But I trust in you, O Lord; I say, 'You are my God.'

My times are in your hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors.

Let your face shine upon your servant; save me in your steadfast love.