8 I am feeble and sore broken; I roar by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before thee, and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart pants, my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My friends and my companions stand aloof from my sore, and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12 Those that seek after my life lay snares for me, and those that seek my hurt speak calamities and imagine deceits all the day long.
13 But I, as a deaf man, that heard not, and as a dumb man that did not open his mouth.
14 Thus I was as a man that does not hear, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.