^{2 Ref} For thine arrows stick fast in me, And thy hand presseth me sore.

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

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

^{5 Ref} My wounds are loathsome and corrupt, Because of my foolishness.

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

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

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