9. And thou hast not shut me up in the hands of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a spacious place.
10. Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul, and my belly:
11. For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs. My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.
12. I am become a reproach among all my enemies, and very much to my neighbours; and a fear to my acquaintance. They that saw me without fled from me.
13. I am forgotten as one dead from the heart. I am become as a vessel that is destroyed.
14. For I have heard the blame of many that dwell round about. While they assembled together against me, they consulted to take away my life.