7 For my loins are full of inflammation,
And there is no soundness in my flesh.

8 I am feeble and severely broken;
I groan because of the turmoil of my heart.

10 My heart pants, my strength fails me;
As for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.

11 My loved ones and my friends ^astand aloof from my plague,
And my relatives stand afar off. ‡