⁴ He hath worn out my flesh and my skin. He hath broken my bones.

⁸ Thou causest me to hear joy and gladness, Thou makest joyful bones Thou hast bruised.

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.

¹⁷ A scattered sheep is Israel, lions have driven away, At first, devour him did the king of Asshur, And now, at last, broken his bone Hath Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon.

⁹ Favour me, O Jehovah, for distress `is' to me, Mine eye, my soul, and my body Have become old by provocation.

¹⁰ For my life hath been consumed in sorrow And my years in sighing. Feeble because of mine iniquity hath been my strength, And my bones have become old.

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.

³ For consumed in smoke have been my days, And my bones as a fire-brand have burned.

⁴ Smitten as the herb, and withered, is my heart, For I have forgotten to eat my bread.

⁵ From the voice of my sighing Hath my bone cleaved to my flesh.

⁸ And Thou dost loathe me, For a witness it hath been, And rise up against me doth my failure, In my face it testifieth.

⁹ His anger hath torn, and he hateth me, He hath gnashed at me with his teeth, My adversary sharpeneth his eyes for me.

¹⁴ As waters I have been poured out, And separated themselves have all my bones, My heart hath been like wax, It is melted in the midst of my bowels.

³ When I have kept silence, become old have my bones, Through my roaring all the day.