7. For my loins are filled with a loathsome disease: and there is no soundness in my flesh.
8. I am feeble and utterly broken: I have groaned by reason of the turmoil of my heart.
9. Lord, all my desire is before you; and my groaning is not hid from you.
10. My heart pants, my strength fails me: as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.
11. My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my plague; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
12. They also that seek after my life lay snares for me: and they that seek my hurt speak mischievous things, and plan deceit all the day long.