¹⁷ At night my bones are filled with pain,
    which gnaws at me relentlessly.

¹³ I waited patiently all night,
    but I was torn apart as though by lions.
    Suddenly, my life was over.

² Have compassion on me, Lord, for I am weak.
    Heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
³ I am sick at heart.
    How long, O Lord, until you restore me?

⁴ Return, O Lord, and rescue me.
    Save me because of your unfailing love.
⁵ For the dead do not remember you.
    Who can praise you from the grave?^[a]

⁶ I am worn out from sobbing.
    All night I flood my bed with weeping,
    drenching it with my tears.

¹⁹ “Or God disciplines people with pain on their sickbeds,
    with ceaseless aching in their bones.
²⁰ They lose their appetite
    for even the most delicious food.
²¹ Their flesh wastes away,
    and their bones stick out.

² Your arrows have struck deep,
    and your blows are crushing me.
³ Because of your anger, my whole body is sick;
    my health is broken because of my sins.
⁴ My guilt overwhelms me—
    it is a burden too heavy to bear.
⁵ My wounds fester and stink
    because of my foolish sins.
⁶ I am bent over and racked with pain.
    All day long I walk around filled with grief.
⁷ A raging fever burns within me,
    and my health is broken.
⁸ I am exhausted and completely crushed.
    My groans come from an anguished heart.

² Every day I call to you, my God, but you do not answer.
    Every night I lift my voice, but I find no relief.

⁴ Lying in bed, I think, ‘When will it be morning?’
    But the night drags on, and I toss till dawn.