8 I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9 Lord, before Thee 'is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.
10 My heart 'is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.
11 My lovers and my friends over-against my plague stand. And my neighbours afar off have stood.
12 And those seeking my soul lay a snare, And those seeking my evil Have spoken mischievous things, And they do deceits meditate all the day.
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