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Those who sit in the gate talk about me. I am the song of the drunkards.

Don't hide your face from your servant, For I am in distress. Answer me speedily!

Reproach has broken my heart, and I am full of heaviness. I looked for some to take pity, but there was none; For comforters, but I found none.

But I am in pain and distress. Let your salvation, God, protect me.

But I am poor and needy. Come to me quickly, God. You are my help and my deliverer, Yahweh, don't delay.

I am a marvel to many, But you are my strong refuge.

Yes, even when I am old and gray-headed, God, don't forsake me, Until I have declared your strength to the next generation, Your might to everyone who is to come.

Nevertheless, I am continually with you. You have held my right hand.

You hold my eyelids open. I am so troubled that I can't speak.

I am Yahweh, your God, Who brought you up out of the land of Egypt. Open your mouth wide, and I will fill it.

<> Hear, Yahweh, and answer me, For I am poor and needy.

Preserve my soul, for I am godly. You, my God, save your servant who trusts in you.

I am counted among those who go down into the pit. I am like a man who has no help,

You have taken my friends from me. You have made me an abomination to them. I am confined, and I can't escape.

I am afflicted and ready to die from my youth up. While I suffer your terrors, I am distracted.

But you have exalted my horn like that of the wild ox. I am anointed with fresh oil.

I am like a pelican of the wilderness. I have become as an owl of the waste places.

In return for my love, they are my adversaries; But I am in prayer.

For I am poor and needy. My heart is wounded within me.

I fade away like an evening shadow. I am shaken off as the locust.