Be merciful to me, O LORD, for 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.
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
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