I am worn out with grief; every night my bed is damp from my weeping; my pillow is soaked with tears.

Keep away from me, you evil people! The LORD hears my weeping;

When I did not confess my sins, I was worn out from crying all day long.

Day and night you punished me, LORD; my strength was completely drained, as moisture is dried up by the summer heat.

I am worn out and utterly crushed; my heart is troubled, and I groan with pain.

My heart is pounding, my strength is gone, and my eyes have lost their brightness.

My skin hangs loose on my bones; I have barely escaped with my life.

Being cheerful keeps you healthy. It is slow death to be gloomy all the time.

Now they lie unknown in the streets, their faces blackened in death; their skin, dry as wood, has shriveled on their bones.