8 and thou have not shut me up into the hand of the enemy. Thou have set my feet in a large place.

9 Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in distress. My eye wastes away with grief, yea, my soul and my body.

10 For my life is spent with sorrow, and my years with sighing. My strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are wasted away.