Psalms 31:4-15

⁴Draw me out of the net they have hid for me, for you yourself are my refuge.

⁵Into your hand I commend my spirit: you ransom me, Lord, faithful God.

⁶I hate those devoted to worthless idols; I trust in the Lord.

⁷I will rejoice and be glad in your love, because you have looked on my misery, and cared for me in my distress.

⁸You have not given me into the enemy's hand, you have set my feet in a spacious place.

⁹Be gracious to me, Lord, for I am distressed; my eye is wasted away with sorrow.

¹⁰For my life is consumed with grief, and my years with sighing. My strength is broken with misery, my bones waste away.

¹¹The scorn of all my foes, the butt of my neighbors 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.