Lord, heal me, for my bones are vexed.
3 My soul also is sore troubled: but, Lord, how long wilt thou
punish me?
4 Turn thee, O Lord, and deliver my soul: O save me for thy
mercy's sake.
5 For in death no man remembereth thee: and who will give thee
thanks in the pit?
6 I am weary of my groaning; every night wash I my bed: and water
my couch with my tears.
7 My beauty is gone for very trouble: and worn away because of
all mine enemies.
8 Away from me, all ye that work vanity: for the Lord hath heard
the voice of my weeping.