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Lord, have mercy. I am in misery.
    My eyes are weak from so much crying.
    My whole being is tired from grief.
10 My life is ending in sadness.
    My years are spent in crying.
My troubles are using up my strength.
    My bones are getting weaker.
11 Because of all my troubles, my enemies hate me.
    Even my neighbors look down on me.
When my friends see me,
    they are afraid and run.

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Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress;(A)
    my eyes grow weak with sorrow,(B)
    my soul and body(C) with grief.
10 My life is consumed by anguish(D)
    and my years by groaning;(E)
my strength fails(F) because of my affliction,[a](G)
    and my bones grow weak.(H)
11 Because of all my enemies,(I)
    I am the utter contempt(J) of my neighbors(K)
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.

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Footnotes

  1. Psalm 31:10 Or guilt