⁹ Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah, for I am in distress: Mine eye wasteth away with grief, `yea', my soul and my body.

⁷ Mine eye wasteth away because of grief; It waxeth old because of all mine adversaries.

⁹ Mine eye wasteth away by reason of affliction: I have called daily upon thee, O Jehovah; I have spread forth my hands unto thee.

¹⁷ For this our heart is faint; For these things our eyes are dim;

¹⁷ Our eyes do yet fail `in looking' for our vain help: In our watching we have watched for a nation that could not save.

¹⁰ Such as sat in darkness and in the shadow of death, Being bound in affliction and iron,

³ For my days consume away like smoke, And my bones are burned as a firebrand.

⁴ My heart is smitten like grass, and withered; For I forget to eat my bread.

⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning My bones cleave to my flesh.

³ For my soul is full of troubles, And my life draweth nigh unto Sheol.

⁴ I am reckoned with them that go down into the pit; I am as a man that hath no help,

⁵ Cast off among the dead, Like the slain that lie in the grave, Whom thou rememberest no more, And they are cut off from thy hand.

²⁶ My flesh and my heart faileth; `But' God is the strength of my heart and my portion for ever.

¹⁴ For all the day long have I been plagued, And chastened every morning.

¹⁴ Which my lips uttered, And my mouth spake, when I was in distress.

²⁵ For our soul is bowed down to the dust: Our body cleaveth unto the earth.

¹ O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thy wrath; Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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.

⁹ Lord, all my desire is before thee; And my groaning is not hid from thee.

¹⁰ My heart throbbeth, my strength faileth me: As for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

¹⁴ I am poured out like water, And all my bones are out of joint: My heart is like wax; It is melted within me.

¹⁵ My strength is dried up like a potsherd; And my tongue cleaveth to my jaws; And thou hast brought me into the dust of death.

¹ O Jehovah, rebuke me not in thine anger, Neither chasten me in thy hot displeasure.

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

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.

²² Yea, his soul draweth near unto the pit, And his life to the destroyers.

⁷ Mine eye also is dim by reason of sorrow, And all my members are as a shadow.