7 I am stooped and deeply bowed;every day I go about mourning.
8 My loins burn with fever;there is no wholesomeness in my flesh.
9 I am numb and utterly crushed;I wail with anguish of heart.
10 My Lord, my deepest yearning is before you;my groaning is not hidden from you.
11 My heart shudders, my strength forsakes me;the very light of my eyes has failed.
12 Friends and companions shun my disease;my neighbors stand far off.
13 Those who seek my life lay snares for me;they seek my misfortune, they speak of ruin;they plot treachery every day.