8(38-9) I am benumbed and sore crushed; I groan by reason of the moaning of my heart.
9(38-10) Lord, all my desire is before Thee; and my sighing is not hid from Thee.
10(38-11) My heart fluttereth, my strength faileth me; as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.
11(38-12) My friends and my companions stand aloof from my plague; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12(38-13) They also that seek after my life lay snares for me; and they that seek my hurt speak crafty devices, and utter deceits all the day.