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

²⁰ To my skin and to my flesh Cleaved hath my bone, And I deliver myself with the skin of my teeth.

⁸ Turn from me all ye workers of iniquity, For Jehovah heard the voice of my weeping,

²² A rejoicing heart doth good to the body, And a smitten spirit drieth the bone.

⁸ Darker than blackness hath been their visage, They have not been known in out-places, Cleaved hath their skin unto their bone, It hath withered -- it hath been as wood.

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

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

⁴ When by day and by night Thy hand is heavy upon me, My moisture hath been changed Into the droughts of summer. Selah.

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

⁹ Lord, before Thee `is' all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.

¹⁰ My heart `is' panting, my power hath forsaken me, And the light of mine eyes, Even they are not with me.