Have mercy upon me, Jehovah, for I am in distress. My eyes are consumed with grief, my whole being as well. Indeed, my life is spent with grief and my years with sighing.
My strength fails because of my iniquity and my bones waste away.
I am ridiculed by all my enemies, even among my neighbors and dreaded by my acquaintances. Those who see me in the street run from me.
Ahaa, its pleasant dialogue regarding this paragraph at this place at this blog,
I have read all that, so now me also commenting at this place.
I couldn’t resist commenting. Perfectly written!