9Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and by belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with groanings: my strength has been weakened through poverty, and my bones are troubled.
11I became a reproach among all my enemies, but exceedingly so to my neighbors, and a fear to my acquaintance: they that saw me without fled from me.
12I have been forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am become as a broken vessel.