8 I am feeble and utterly broken: I have groaned by reason of the turmoil of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire is before you; and my groaning is not hid from you.
10 My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12 They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and plan deceit all the day long.
13 But I, as a deaf man, heard not; and I was as a dumb man that opens not his mouth.
14 Thus I was as a man that hears not, and in whose mouth are no reproofs.