¹¹ Lord, you do not hold back your compassion from me.
Let your mercy and your truth always protect me,
¹² although troubles without number surround me.
Punishments for my guilt have smothered me, so I cannot see.
They are more than the hairs of my head, so my courage deserts me.
¹³ Be pleased, O Lord, to save me.
Lord, hurry to help me.
¹⁴ Let all who seek to end my life be frustrated and completely confused. ^[1]
Let everyone who desires my ruin be turned back and disgraced.
¹⁵ Let those who say to me, “Aha! We got you!” be dismayed,
because they have been put to shame.
¹⁶ But let all those who seek you rejoice and be glad in you.
Let those who love your salvation always say,
“The Lord is great!”
¹⁷ Yet I am poor and needy.
May the Lord think about me.
You are my help and my deliverer.
O my God, do not delay.