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

¹ Come, let us go back to the Lord; for he has given us wounds and he will make us well; he has given blows and he will give help.

¹⁰ My life goes on in sorrow, and my years in weeping; my strength is almost gone because of my sin, and my bones are wasted away.

² O Lord my God, I sent up my cry to you, and you have made me well.

¹³ And Moses, crying to the Lord, said, Let my prayer come before you, O God, and make her well.

²⁴ And news of him went out through all Syria; and they took to him all who were ill with different diseases and pains, those having evil spirits and those who were off their heads, and those who had no power of moving. And he made them well.

¹⁴ Make me well, O Lord, and I will be well; be my saviour, and I will be safe: for you are my hope.

¹³ As a father has pity on his children, so the Lord has pity on his worshippers.

¹⁴ For he has knowledge of our feeble frame; he sees that we are only dust.

¹⁵ As for man, his days are as grass: his beautiful growth is like the flower of the field.

¹⁶ The wind goes over it and it is gone; and its place sees it no longer.

¹⁷ But the mercy of the Lord is eternal for his worshippers, and their children's children will see his righteousness;

⁸ Make me full of joy and rapture; so that the bones which have been broken may be glad.

³ The Lord will be his support on his bed of pain: by you will all his grief be turned to strength.

⁴ I said, Lord, have mercy on me; make my soul well, because my faith is in you.

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

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

³ When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.

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.

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. ...

²¹ Have pity on me, have pity on me, O my friends! for the hand of God is on me.

¹⁸ For after his punishment he gives comfort, and after wounding, his hands make you well.

³⁹ See now, I myself am he; there is no other god but me: giver of death and life, wounding and making well: and no one has power to make you free from my hand.

²⁶ And he said, If with all your heart you will give attention to the voice of the Lord your God, and do what is right in his eyes, giving ear to his orders and keeping his laws, I will not put on you any of the diseases which I put on the Egyptians: for I am the Lord your life-giver.

¹⁷ Then Abraham made prayer to God, and God made Abimelech well again, and his wife and his women-servants, so that they had children.