¹⁷ Night pierces my bones;
    my gnawing pains never rest.^(A)

¹³ I waited patiently^(A) till dawn,
    but like a lion he broke^(B) all my bones;^(C)
    day and night^(D) you made an end of me.

⁴ Turn,^(G) Lord, and deliver me;
    save me because of your unfailing love.^(H)
5 Among the dead no one proclaims your name.
    Who praises you from the grave?^(I)

⁶ I am worn out^(J) from my groaning.^(K)

All night long I flood my bed with weeping^(L)
    and drench my couch with tears.^(M)

¹⁹ “Or someone may be chastened^(A) on a bed of pain^(B)
    with constant distress in their bones,^(C)
20 so that their body finds food^(D) repulsive
    and their soul loathes the choicest meal.^(E)
21 Their flesh wastes away to nothing,
    and their bones,^(F) once hidden, now stick out.^(G)

⁵ My wounds^(F) fester and are loathsome^(G)
    because of my sinful folly.^(H)
6 I am bowed down^(I) and brought very low;
    all day long I go about mourning.^(J)
7 My back is filled with searing pain;^(K)
    there is no health^(L) in my body.
⁸ I am feeble and utterly crushed;^(M)
    I groan^(N) in anguish of heart.^(O)

⁴ When I lie down I think, ‘How long before I get up?’^(A)
    The night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.^(B)