I am weary with my groaning; all the night make I my bed to swim; I water my couch with my tears.

Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity; for the LORD hath heard the voice of my weeping.

When I kept silence, my bones waxed old through my roaring all the day long.

For day and night thy hand was heavy upon me: my moisture is turned into the drought of summer. Selah.

I am feeble and sore broken: I have roared by reason of the disquietness of my heart.

My heart panteth, my strength faileth me: as for the light of mine eyes, it also is gone from me.

My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh, and I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.

A merry heart doeth good like a medicine: but a broken spirit drieth the bones.

Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets: their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.