7 For my loins are filled with a lothsome [disease]: and [there is] no soundness in my flesh.
8 I am feeble and grievously broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.
9 Lord, all my desire [is] before thee; and my groaning is not hid from thee.
10 My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of my eyes, that also is gone from me.
11 My lovers and my friends stand aloof from my affliction; and my kinsmen stand afar off.
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