¹⁷ At night my bone hath been pierced in me, And mine eyelids do not lie down.

¹⁹ And he hath been reproved With pain on his bed, And the strife of his bones `is' enduring.

²⁰ And his life hath nauseated bread, And his soul desirable food.

²¹ His flesh is consumed from being seen, And high are his bones, they were not seen!

¹³ I have set `Him' till morning as a lion, So doth He break all my bones, From day unto night Thou dost end me.

⁴ If I lay down then I said, `When do I rise!' And evening hath been measured, And I have been full of tossings till dawn.

² Favour me, O Jehovah, for I `am' weak, Heal me, O Jehovah, For troubled have been my bones,

³ And my soul hath been troubled greatly, And Thou, O Jehovah, till when?

⁴ Turn back, O Jehovah, draw out my soul, Save me for Thy kindness' sake.

⁵ For there is not in death Thy memorial, In Sheol, who doth give thanks to Thee?

⁶ I have been weary with my sighing, I meditate through all the night `on' my bed, With my tear my couch I waste.

² My God, I call by day, and Thou answerest not, And by night, and there is no silence to me.

² For Thine arrows have come down on me, And Thou lettest down upon me Thy hand.

³ Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.

⁴ For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden -- too heavy for me.

⁵ Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

⁶ I have been bent down, I have been bowed down -- unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.

⁷ For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.

⁸ I have been feeble and smitten -- unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.