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

¹ `Come, and we turn back unto Jehovah, For He hath torn, and He doth heal us, He doth smite, and He bindeth us up.

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.

² Jehovah my God, I have cried to Thee, And Thou dost heal me.

¹³ And Moses crieth unto Jehovah, saying, `O God, I pray Thee, give, I pray Thee, healing to her.'

²⁴ and his fame went forth to all Syria, and they brought to him all having ailments, pressed with manifold sicknesses and pains, and demoniacs, and lunatics, and paralytics, and he healed them.

¹⁴ Heal me, O Jehovah, and I am healed, Save me, and I am saved, for my praise `art' Thou.

¹³ As a father hath mercy on sons, Jehovah hath mercy on those fearing Him.

¹⁴ For He hath known our frame, Remembering that we `are' dust.

¹⁵ Mortal man! as grass `are' his days, As a flower of the field so he flourisheth;

¹⁶ For a wind hath passed over it, and it is not, And its place doth not discern it any more.

¹⁷ And the kindness of Jehovah `Is' from age even unto age on those fearing Him, And His righteousness to sons' sons,

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

³ Jehovah supporteth on a couch of sickness, All his bed Thou hast turned in his weakness.

⁴ I -- I said, `O Jehovah, favour me, Heal my soul, for I did sin against Thee,'

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

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

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

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.

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!

²¹ Pity me, pity me, ye my friends, For the hand of God hath stricken against me.

¹⁸ For He doth pain, and He bindeth up, He smiteth, and His hands heal.

³⁹ See ye, now, that I -- I `am' He, And there is no god with Me: I put to death, and I keep alive; I have smitten, and I heal; And there is not from My hand a deliverer,

²⁶ and He saith, `If thou dost really hearken to the voice of Jehovah thy God, and dost that which is right in His eyes, and hast hearkened to His commands, and kept all His statutes: none of the sickness which I laid on the Egyptians do I lay on thee, for I, Jehovah, am healing thee.

¹⁷ And Abraham prayeth unto God, and God healeth Abimelech and his wife, and his handmaids, and they bear: