6 I am¹ troubled, I am bowed down greatly;
I go mourning all the day long. ‡

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

9 Lord, all my desire is before You;
And my sighing is not hidden from You.

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