¹⁷ The flesh is gone from my bones, and they give me no rest; there is no end to my pains.

¹⁹ Pain is sent on him as a punishment, while he is on his bed; there is no end to the trouble in his bones;

²⁰ He has no desire for food, and his soul is turned away from delicate meat;

²¹ His flesh is so wasted away, that it may not be seen, and his bones. ...

¹³ I am crying out with pain till the morning; it is as if a lion was crushing all my bones.

⁴ When I go to my bed, I say, When will it be time to get up? but the night is long, and I am turning from side to side till morning light.

² Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am wasted away: make me well, for even my bones are troubled.

³ My soul is in bitter trouble; and you, O Lord, how long?

⁴ Come back, O Lord, make my soul free; O give me salvation because of your mercy.

⁵ For in death there is no memory of you; in the underworld who will give you praise?

⁶ The voice of my sorrow is a weariness to me; all the night I make my bed wet with weeping; it is watered by the drops flowing from my eyes.

² O my God, I make my cry in the day, and you give no answer; and in the night, and have no rest.

² For your arrows have gone into my flesh, and I am crushed under the weight of your hand.

³ My flesh is wasted because of your wrath; and there is no peace in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For my crimes have gone over my head; they are like a great weight which is more than my strength.

⁵ My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.

⁶ I am troubled, I am made low; I go weeping all the day.

⁷ For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.

⁸ I am feeble and crushed down; I gave a cry like a lion because of the grief in my heart.