Psalms 31:11-16

¹¹The scorn of all my foes, the butt of my neighbours am I, a terror to my acquaintance. At the sight of me in the street people turn quickly away.

¹²I am clean forgotten like the dead, am become like a ruined vessel.

¹³I hear the whispers of many — terror on every side — scheming together against me, plotting to take my life.

¹⁴But my trust is in you, Lord. “You are my God,” I say;

¹⁵my times are in your hand, save me from the hand of the foes who pursue me.

¹⁶Make your face to shine on your servant, save me in your love.