For my life is spent with sorrow,
    and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,
    and my bones waste away.
    I am the scorn of all my adversaries,
    a horror to my neighbors,
an object of dread to my acquaintances;
    those who see me in the street flee from me.
    I have passed out of mind like one who is dead;
    I have become like a broken vessel.
    Yea, I hear the whispering of many—terror on every side!—
     as they scheme together against me,
    as they plot to take my life.
But I trust in thee, O Lord,
    I say, “Thou art my God.”
    My times are in thy hand;
    deliver me from the hand of my enemies and persecutors!
    Let thy face shine on thy servant;
    save me in thy steadfast love!
    Let me not be put to shame, O Lord,
    for I call on thee.

Psalm 31.10-17