¹² Friends and companions shun my disease;
    my neighbors stand far off.

⁴ We have become the reproach of our neighbors,
    the scorn and derision of those around us.^(A)

⁷ You have left us to be fought over by our neighbors;
    our enemies deride us.^(A)

³ Show us favor, Lord, show us favor,
    for we have our fill of contempt.^(A)
4 Our souls are more than sated
    with mockery from the insolent,
    with contempt from the arrogant.

⁸ Lead my soul from prison,
    that I may give thanks to your name.
Then the righteous shall gather around me^[a]
    because you have been good to me.