9And thou hast not shut me up into the hands of the enemy: thou hast set my feet in a wide place.
10Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and my belly.
11For my life is spent with grief, and my years with groanings: my strength has been weakened through poverty, and my bones are troubled.
12I became a reproach among all mine enemies, but exceedingly so to my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that saw me without fled from me.