11. Because of all my enemies,I am the utter contempt of my neighboursand an object of dread to my closest friends –those who see me on the street flee from me.
12. I am forgotten as though I were dead;I have become like broken pottery.
13. For I hear many whispering,‘Terror on every side!’They conspire against meand plot to take my life.
14. But I trust in you, Lord;I say, ‘You are my God.’
15. My times are in your hands;deliver me from the hands of my enemies,from those who pursue me.