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

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

^{5 Ref} Stunk -- become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.

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

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