Man is also chastened with pain on his bed, and with perpetual strife in his bones,

His flesh wastes away from sight, and his bones which once were not seen are laid bare.

Have mercy upon me, O Jehovah; look upon my affliction from those who hate me, You who lift me up from the gates of death,

For my soul is full of evil, and my life draws near to Sheol.

I said at the end of of my days, I shall go to the gates of Sheol; I am deprived of the rest of my years.