¹⁷ The night racks my bones,
    and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.

¹³     I cry for help^[a] until morning;
like a lion he breaks all my bones;
    from day to night you bring me to an end.^(A)

² Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing;
    O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.^(A)
3 My soul also is struck with terror,
    while you, O Lord—how long?^(B)

¹⁹ They are also chastened with pain upon their beds
    and with continual strife in their bones,^(A)
20 so that their lives loathe bread
    and their appetites dainty food.^(B)
21 Their flesh is so wasted away that it cannot be seen,
    and their bones, once invisible, now stick out.^(C)

² For your arrows have sunk into me,
    and your hand has come down on me.^(A)

² O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer;
    and by night but find no rest.^(A)

⁴ When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’
    But the night is long,
    and I am full of tossing until dawn.^(A)