6 I would strengthen you with my mouth, and would move my lips, as if being lenient to you.
7 But what can I do? When I am speaking, my grief will not be quiet; and if I am quiet, it will not withdraw from me.
8 But now my grief has crushed me, and all my limbs have been reduced to nothing.
9 My wrinkles bear witness against me, and a liar rises up against my face, contradicting me.
10 He has gathered together his fury towards me, and, threatening me, he has roared against me with his teeth; my enemy has beheld me with terrible eyes.
11 They have opened their mouths against me, and, reproaching me, they have struck me on the cheek; they are nourished by my sufferings.
12 God has confined me with the immoral, and he has delivered me into the hands of the impious.