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Be gracious to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eye is wasted from grief, my soul and my body also.
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For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my misery, and my bones waste away.
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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.
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I have passed out of mind like one who is dead; I have become like a broken vessel.
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Yea, I hear the whispering of many--terror on every side! --as they scheme together against me, as they plot to take my life.
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But I trust in thee, O LORD, I say, "Thou art my God."
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My times are in thy hand; deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors!
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Let thy face shine on thy servant; save me in thy steadfast love!