⁹ Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am in trouble; my eyes are wasted with grief, I am wasted in soul and body.

⁷ My eyes are wasting away with trouble; they are becoming old because of all those who are against me.

⁹ My eyes are wasting away because of my trouble: Lord, my cry has gone up to you every day, my hands are stretched out to you.

¹⁷ Because of this our hearts are feeble; for these things our eyes are dark;

¹⁷ Our eyes are still wasting away in looking for our false help: we have been watching for a nation unable to give salvation.

¹⁰ Those who were in the dark, in the black night, in chains of sorrow and iron;

³ My days are wasted like smoke, and my bones are burned up as in a fire.

⁴ My heart is broken; it has become dry and dead like grass, so that I give no thought to food.

⁵ Because of the voice of my sorrow, my flesh is wasted to the bone.

³ For my soul is full of evils, and my life has come near to the underworld.

⁴ I am numbered among those who go down into the earth; I have become like a man for whom there is no help:

⁵ My soul is among the dead, like those in the underworld, to whom you give no more thought; for they are cut off from your care.

²⁶ My flesh and my heart are wasting away: but God is the Rock of my heart and my eternal heritage.

¹⁴ For I have been troubled all the day; every morning have I undergone punishment.

¹⁴ Keeping the word which came from my lips, and which my mouth said, when I was in trouble.

²⁵ For our souls are crushed down to the dust: our bodies are stretched out on the earth.

¹ <A Psalm. Of David. To keep in memory.> O Lord, be not bitter with me in your wrath; let not your hand be on me in the heat of your passion.

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.

⁹ Lord, all my desire is before you; my sorrow is not kept secret from you.

¹⁰ My heart goes out in pain, my strength is wasting away; as for the light of my eyes, it is gone from me.

¹⁴ I am flowing away like water, and all my bones are out of place: my heart is like wax, it has become soft in my body.

¹⁵ My throat is dry like a broken vessel; my tongue is fixed to the roof of my mouth, and the dust of death is on my lips.

¹ <To the chief music-maker on corded instruments, on the Sheminith. A Psalm. Of David.> O Lord, do not be bitter with me in your wrath; do not send punishment on me in the heat of your passion.

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

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. ...

²² And his soul comes near to the underworld, and his life to the angels of death.

⁷ My eyes have become dark because of my pain, and all my body is wasted to a shade.