5 My wounds stink and festerbecause of my foolishness,
6 I am utterly bowed down and prostrate;all the day I go about mourning.
7 For my sides are filled with burning,and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and crushed;I groan because of the tumult of my heart.
9 O Lord, all my longing is before you;my sighing is not hidden from you.
10 My heart throbs; my strength fails me,and the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.
11 My friends and companions stand aloof from my plague,and my nearest kin stand far off.