8I will be glad and rejoice in thy mercy. For thou best regarded my humility, thou hast saved my soul out of distresses.
9And thou hast not shut me up in the hands of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a spacious place.
10Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with wrath, my soul, and my belly:
11For my life is wasted with grief: and my years in sighs. My strength is weakened through poverty and my bones are disturbed.
12I 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.