Broken Pottery, Steadfast Hands: Trust in Divine Timing

⁹ Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am in distress; my eyes fail from sorrow, my soul and body as well.

¹⁰ For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.

¹¹ Among all my enemies I am a disgrace, and among my neighbors even more. I am dreaded by my friends—they flee when they see me on the street.

¹² I am forgotten like a dead man, out of mind. I am like a broken vessel.

¹³ For I hear the slander of many; there is terror on every side. They conspire against me and plot to take my life.

¹⁴ But I trust in You, O LORD; I say, “You are my God.”

¹⁵ My times are in Your hands; deliver me from my enemies and from those who pursue me.

¹⁶ Make Your face shine on Your servant; save me by Your loving devotion.

¹⁷ O LORD, let me not be ashamed, for I have called on You. Let the wicked be put to shame; let them lie silent in Sheol.

¹⁸ May lying lips be silenced—lips that speak with arrogance against the righteous, full of pride and contempt.