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

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

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

⁴⁰ We search our ways, and investigate, And turn back unto Jehovah.

⁴¹ We lift up our heart on the hands unto God in the heavens.

⁴² We -- we have transgressed and rebelled, Thou -- Thou hast not forgiven.

⁵ Wherefore are ye stricken any more? Ye do add apostacy! Every head is become diseased, and every heart `is' sick.

⁶ From the sole of the foot -- unto the head, There is no soundness in it, Wound, and bruise, and fresh smiting! They have not been closed nor bound, Nor have they softened with ointment.

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

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

⁷ For we were consumed in Thine anger, And in Thy fury we have been troubled.

⁸ Thou hast set our iniquities before Thee, Our hidden things at the light of Thy face,

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.

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 the Adversary goeth forth from the presence of Jehovah, and smiteth Job with a sore ulcer from the sole of his foot unto his crown.

⁸ And he taketh to him a potsherd to scrape himself with it, and he is sitting in the midst of the ashes.

¹⁹ And Uzziah is wroth, and in his hand `is' a censer to make perfume, and in his being wroth with the priests -- the leprosy hath risen in his forehead, before the priests, in the house of Jehovah, from beside the altar of perfume.