⁸ Now their appearance is blacker than soot;
They go unrecognized in the streets;
^(A)Their skin clings to their bones,
It has become as dry as wood.

²² A ^(A)merry heart ^[a]does good, like medicine,
But a broken spirit dries the bones.

^8 (A)Depart from me, all you workers of iniquity;
For the Lord has ^(B)heard the voice of my weeping.

⁹ Lord, all my desire is before You;
And my sighing is not hidden from You.
¹⁰ My heart pants, my strength fails me;
As for the light of my eyes, it also has gone from me.

³ When I kept silent, my bones grew old
Through my groaning all the day long.
⁴ For day and night Your ^(A)hand was heavy upon me;
My vitality was turned into the drought of summer. Selah

⁶ I am weary with my groaning;
^[a]All night I make my bed swim;
I drench my couch with my tears.