⁵ By reason of the voice of my groaning, My bones stick to my skin.

²⁰ My bones stick to my skin and to my flesh. I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

⁸ Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity, For Yahweh has heard the voice of my weeping.

²² A cheerful heart makes good medicine, But a crushed spirit dries up the bones.

⁸ Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: Their skin cleaves to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.

⁶ I am weary with my groaning; Every night I flood my bed; I drench my couch with my tears.

³ When I kept silence, my bones wasted away through my groaning all day long.

⁴ For day and night your hand was heavy on me. My strength was sapped in the heat of summer. Selah.

⁸ I am faint and severely bruised. I have groaned by reason of the anguish of my heart.

⁹ Lord, all my desire is before you. My groaning is not hidden from you.

¹⁰ My heart throbs. My strength fails me. As for the light of my eyes, it has also left me.