¹⁷ In the night season my bones are pierced in me, And the `pains' that gnaw me take no rest.

¹⁹ He is chastened also with pain upon his bed, And with continual strife in his bones;

²⁰ So that his life abhorreth bread, And his soul dainty food.

²¹ His flesh is consumed away, that it cannot be seen; And his bones that were not seen stick out.

¹³ I quieted `myself' until morning; as a lion, so he breaketh all my bones: From day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

⁴ When I lie down, I say, When shall I arise, and the night be gone? And I am full of tossings to and fro unto the dawning of the day.

² Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; for I am withered away: O Jehovah, heal me; for my bones are troubled.

³ My soul also is sore troubled: And thou, O Jehovah, how long?

⁴ Return, O Jehovah, deliver my soul: Save me for thy lovingkindness' sake.

⁵ For in death there is no remembrance of thee: In Sheol who shall give thee thanks?

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

² O my God, I cry in the daytime, but thou answerest not; And in the night season, and am not silent.

² For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine indignation; Neither is there any health in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For mine iniquities are gone over my head: As a heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

⁵ My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

⁶ I am pained and bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

⁷ For my loins are filled with burning; And there is no soundness in my flesh.

⁸ I am faint and sore bruised: I have groaned by reason of the disquietness of my heart.