¹⁰ For my life is spent with sorrow
    and my years with sighing;
my strength fails because of my misery,^[a]
    and my bones waste away.^(A)

⁸ I am utterly spent and crushed;
    I groan because of the tumult of my heart.^(A)

² I was silent and still;
    I held my peace to no avail;
my distress grew worse;^(A)

³     my heart became hot within me.
While I mused, the fire burned;
    then I spoke with my tongue: