10For why my life failed in sorrow; and my years in wailings. My virtue is made feeble in poverty; and my bones be troubled.
11Over all mine enemies I am made a shame, and greatly to my neighbours; and dread to my known. They that saw me withoutforth, fled from me;
12I am given to forgetting, as a dead man from the heart. I am made as a forlorn vessel;