9But now, Yahweh, be kind to me again because I am distressed. Because I cry so much, I cannot see well, and I am completely exhausted.
10I have become very weak because I am so miserable, and it is causing my life to become shorter. I have become weak because of all my troubles; even my bones are becoming weaker.
11All of my enemies make fun of me, and even my neighbors despise me. Even my friends are afraid of me because they think I am being punished by God, and when they see me on the streets, they run away.
12People have forgotten me like they forget people who are dead. They think I am as useless as a broken pot.