Psalm 31:11-12

New International Version

¹¹ Because of all my enemies,^(A)
    I am the utter contempt^(B) of my neighbors^(C)
and an object of dread to my closest friends—
    those who see me on the street flee from me.
¹² I am forgotten as though I were dead;^(D)
    I have become like broken pottery.