^{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.

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