8 And hast not shut me up into the hand of the enemy: thou hast set my foot in a large room.
9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: my eye is consumed with grief, [yes], my soul and my belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
11 I was a reproach among all my enemies, but especially among my neighbors, and a fear to my acquaintance: they that saw me without fled from me.
12 I am forgotten as a dead man out of mind: I am like a broken vessel.
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