9 Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eye wastes away with grief, yes, my soul and my body.

10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing; my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones waste away.

11 I became a reproach among all my enemies, but especially among my neighbors, and a dread to my acquaintances; those who saw me outside fled from me.