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(2) 9 Have mercy upon me, o Lord, for in distress am I, with grief mine eye consumed is, my soul and my belly.

10 For my life with grief and my years with sighs are consumed: because of my sin, my strength fails, and my bones are wasted.

11 To all my foes I was a scorn, chiefly my neighbours to; a fear to friends: they that saw me without, did fly me fro.

12 I am forgot as a dead man that’s out of memory: and like a vessel that is broke ev’n such a one am I.

13 Because that I of many men the slandering did hear, round about me on every side there was exceeding fear:

While as that they did against me counsel together take, they craftily have purposed my life away to make.

14 But o Jehovah, I in thee my confidence have put 15 I said thou art my God. My times within thy hands are shut: From the hands of mine enemies do thou deliver me, and from the men who me against my persecutors be.