11. I was a scorn to all my foes,and to my friends a fear;And specially reproach'd of thosethat were my neighbours near:When they me saw they from me fled.
12. Ev'n so I am forgot,As men are out of mind when dead:I'm like a broken pot.
13. For slanders I of many heard;fear compass'd me, while theyAgainst me did consult, and plotto take my life away.
14. But as for me, O Lord, my trustupon thee I did lay;And I to thee, Thou art my God,did confidently say.
15. My times are wholly in thine hand:do thou deliver meFrom their hands that mine enemiesand persecutors be.
16. Thy countenance to shine do thouupon thy servant make:Unto me give salvation,for thy great mercies' sake.
17. Let me not be asham'd, O Lord,for on thee call'd I have:Let wicked men be sham'd, let thembe silent in the grave.