9Be merciful to me, O Lord , for I am in distress; my eyes grow weak with sorrow, my soul and my body with grief.
10My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
11Because of all my enemies, I am the utter contempt of my neighbors; I am a dread to my friends- those who see me on the street flee from me.
12I am forgotten by them as though I were dead; I have become like broken pottery.