Psalm 31:9-18

O Lord, upon me mercy have,
for trouble is on me:
Mine eye, my belly, and my soul,
with grief consumèd be.
10 Because my life with grief is spent,
my years with sighs and groans:
My strength doth fail; and for my sin
consumèd are my bones.

11 I was a scorn to all my foes,
and to my friends a fear;
And specially reproached of those
that were my neighbors near:
When they me saw they from me fled.
12 Ev'n so I am forgot,
As men are out of mind when dead:
I'm like a broken pot.

13 For slanders I of many heard;
fear compassed me, while they
Against me did consult, and plot
to take my life away.
14 But as for me, O Lord, my trust
upon thee I did lay;
And I to thee, Thou art my God,
did confidently say.

15 My times are wholly in thine hand:
do thou deliver me
From their hands that mine enemies
and persecutors be.
16 Thy countenance to shine do thou
upon thy servant make:
Unto me give salvätion,
for thy great mercies' sake.

17 Let me not be ashamed, O Lord,
for on thee called I have:
Let wicked men be shamed, let them
be silent in the grave.
18 To silence put the lying lips,
that grievous things do say,
And hard reports, in pride and scorn,
on righteous men do lay.