8And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: Thou hast set my feet in a large room.
9Have mercy upon me, O Lord, for I am in trouble: Mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.
10For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: My strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11I was a reproach among all mine enemies, But especially among my neighbours, and a fear to mine acquaintance: They that did see me without fled from me.
12I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
13For I have heard the slander of many: Fear was on every side: While they took counsel together against me, They devised to take away my life.
14But I trusted in thee, O Lord: I said, Thou art my God.