And thou hast filled me with wrinkles, which is a witness against me: and my leanness rising up in me beareth witness to my face.

He teareth me in his wrath, who hateth me: he gnasheth upon me with his teeth; mine enemy sharpeneth his eyes upon me.

Have mercy upon me, O LORD, for I am in trouble: mine eye is consumed with grief, yea, my soul and my belly.

For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength faileth because of mine iniquity, and my bones are consumed.

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

For thine arrows stick fast in me, and thy hand presseth me sore.

For mine iniquities are gone over mine head: as an heavy burden they are too heavy for me.

I am troubled; I am bowed down greatly; I go mourning all the day long.

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

For my days are consumed like smoke, and my bones are burned as an hearth.

By reason of the voice of my groaning my bones cleave to my skin.

I am poured out like water, and all my bones are out of joint: my heart is like wax; it is melted in the midst of my bowels.

Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.

I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.

Israel is a scattered sheep; the lions have driven him away: first the king of Assyria hath devoured him; and last this Nebuchadrezzar king of Babylon hath broken his bones.