The Depth of the Psalmist's Distress

Psalms 31:9-13

Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress is to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

Among all mine adversaries I have been a reproach, And to my neighbours exceedingly, And a fear to mine acquaintances, Those seeing me without--fled from me.

I have been forgotten as dead out of mind, I have been as a perishing vessel.

For I have heard an evil account of many, Fear is round about. In their being united against me, To take my life they have devised,

The Depth of the Psalmist's Distress

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