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.