8. You have not given me into the hands of the enemy but have set my feet in a spacious place.
9. Be merciful to me, Lord, for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and body with grief.
10. My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
11. Because of all my enemies, I am the utter contempt of my neighbors and an object of dread to my closest friends— those who see me on the street flee from me.