LXX2012(i)
7 I will exult and be glad in your mercy: for you have looked upon mine affliction; you have saved my soul from distresses.
8 And you have not shut me up into the hands of the enemy: you have set my feet in a wide place.
9 Pity me, O Lord, for I am afflicted: my eye is troubled with indignation, my soul and by belly.
10 For my life is spent with grief, and my years with groanings: my strength has been weakened through poverty, and my bones are troubled.
11 I became a reproach among all mine enemies, but exceedingly so to my neighbors, and a fear to mine acquaintance: they that saw me without fled from me.