Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am in distress;
with grief my eyes are wasted, my soul and body spent.
My life is worn out by sorrow, my years by sighing.
My strength fails in affliction; my bones are consumed.
To all my foes I am a thing of scorn, to my neighbors, a dreaded sight,
a horror to my friends.
But I trust in you, Lord; I say, “You are my God.”
My times are in your hands; rescue me from my enemies,
from the hands of my pursuers.
Let your face shine on your servant; save me in your kindness.
Do not let me be put to shame, for I have called to you, Lord.