Friday, April 11
Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;
my eyes grow weak with sorrow,
my soul and body with grief.
10
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning;
my strength fails because of my affliction,[a]
and my bones grow weak.
11
Because of all my enemies,
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
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;
I have become like broken pottery.
13
For I hear many whispering,
“Terror on every side!”
They conspire against me
and plot to take my life.
14
But I trust in you, Lord;
I say, “You are my God.”
15
My times are in your hands;
deliver me from the hands of my enemies,
from those who pursue me.
16
Let your face shine on your servant;
save me in your unfailing love.