LYRICS
I am in distress
my eyes grow weak with sorrow
my soul and my body with grief.
My life is consumed by anguish
and my years by groaning.
My strength fails
because of my affliction
and my bones grow weak
because of all my enemies.
I am the utter contempt of my neighbors
I am a dread to my friends.
Those who see me on the street
flee from me.
I am forgotten by them
as though I were dead
I have become like broken pottery.
For I hear the slander of many
there is terror on every side
they conspire against me
and plot to take my life.
But I trust in you.

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"Psalm 31"
by economix


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