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

⁷ Old from provocation is mine eye, It is old because of all mine adversaries,

⁹ Mine eye hath grieved because of affliction, I called Thee, O Jehovah, all the day, I have spread out unto Thee my hands.

¹⁷ For this hath our heart been sick, For these have our eyes been dim.

¹⁷ While we exist -- consumed are our eyes for our vain help, In our watch-tower we have watched for a nation `that' saveth not.

¹⁰ Inhabitants of dark places and death-shade, Prisoners of affliction and of iron,

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.

³ For my soul hath been full of evils, And my life hath come to Sheol.

⁴ I have been reckoned with those going down `to' the pit, I have been as a man without strength.

⁵ Among the dead -- free, As pierced ones lying in the grave, Whom Thou hast not remembered any more, Yea, they by Thy hand have been cut off.

²⁶ Consumed hath been my flesh and my heart, The rock of my heart and my portion `is' God to the age.

¹⁴ And I am plagued all the day, And my reproof `is' every morning.

¹⁴ For opened were my lips, And my mouth spake in my distress:

²⁵ For bowed to the dust hath our soul, Cleaved to the earth hath our belly.

¹ A Psalm of David, `To cause to remember.' Jehovah, in Thy wrath reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise 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.

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.

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.

¹⁵ Dried up as an earthen vessel is my power, And my tongue is cleaving to my jaws.

¹ To the Overseer with stringed instruments, on the octave. -- A Psalm of David. O Jehovah, in Thine anger reprove me not, Nor in Thy fury chastise me.

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

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!

²² And draw near to the pit doth his soul, And his life to those causing death.

⁷ And dim from sorrow is mine eye, And my members as a shadow all of them.