8And thou hast not shut me vp in the hand of the enemie, but hast set my feete at large.
9Haue mercie vpon mee, O Lord: for I am in trouble: mine eye, my soule and my bellie are consumed with griefe.
10For my life is wasted with heauinesse, and my yeeres with mourning: my strength faileth for my paine, and my bones are consumed.
11I was a reproch among all mine enemies, but specially among my neighbours: and a feare to mine acquaintance, who seeing me in the streete, fled from me.
12I am forgotten, as a dead man out of minde: I am like a broken vessell.
13For I haue heard the rayling of great men: feare was on euery side, while they conspired together against mee, and consulted to take my life.
14But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.
15My times are in thine hande: deliuer mee from the hande of mine enemies, and from them that persecute me.
16Make thy face to shine vpon thy seruant, and saue me through thy mercie.