NSB(i)
9 Be gracious to me, O Jehovah, because I am in distress. My eyes, my life, and my body waste away with grief.
10 My life is spent from sorrow, my years from groaning. My strength staggers under the weight of my guilt, and my bones waste away.
11 I have become a disgrace because of all my opponents. I have become someone dreaded by my friends, even by my neighbors. Those who see me on the street run away from me.