5 My wounds stink and are corrupt because of my foolishness.
6 I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly;I go mourning all the day long.
7 For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease:and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and sore broken:I have roared 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 panteth, my strength faileth me:as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my sore;and my kinsmen stand afar off.