ECB(i)
9 grant me charism, O Yah Veh, for I tribulate; my eye, my soul and my belly are motheaten with vexation.
10 For my life is finished off with grief and my years with sighing; my force falters because of my perversity and my bones are motheaten.
11 I am a reproach among all my tribulators and mighty among my fellow tabernaclers and a dread to those I know; they who see me outside flee from me.