9. Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in distress: mine eye wasteth away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.
10. For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.
11. Because of all mine adversaries I am become a reproach, yea, unto my neighbours exceedingly, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that did see me without fled from me.