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.