I am weary from my groaning; all night I make my bed swim; I dissolve my couch with my tears.

Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity; for Jehovah has heard the voice of my weeping.

When I kept silent, my bones wore out through my roaring all day long.

For by day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; my sap was turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

I am feeble and severely broken; I have roared because of the groanings of my heart.

My heart pants; my strength fails me; as for the light of my eyes, it also is gone from me.

My bone clings to my skin and to my flesh, and I have escaped by the skin of my teeth.

A merry heart does good like medicine, but a broken spirit dries the bones.

Their appearance is blacker than soot; they are not recognized in the streets; their skin has shriveled on their bones; it is dried up; it has become like wood.