For the arrows of the Lord are in my body, whose violence drinks up my blood: whenever I am going to speak, they pierce me.

You scare me with dreams, and terrify me with visions.

And if I should say, I will forget to speak, I will bow down my face and groan;

I quake in all my limbs, for I know that You will not leave me alone as innocent.

For I am hunted like a lion for slaughter; for again You have changed and are terribly destroying me;

I am poor and in troubles from my youth; and having been exalted, I was brought low and into despair.

For behold, I have blotted your transgressions out as a cloud, and your sin as darkness; turn to Me, and I will redeem you.

What shall I do unto you, Ephraim? What shall I do to you, Judah? For your mercy is as a morning cloud, and as the early dew that goes away.

Therefore shall they be as a morning cloud, and as the early dew that passes away, as chaff blown away from the threshing floor, and as a vapor from tears.