^8 (A)Now their face is blacker than soot;
    they are not recognized in the streets;
their skin has shriveled on their bones;
    it has become as dry as wood.

^8 (A)Depart from me, all you ^(B)workers of evil,
    for the Lord ^(C)has heard the sound of my weeping.

⁹ O Lord, all my longing is before you;
    my ^(B)sighing is not hidden from you.
¹⁰ My heart throbs; my strength fails me,
    and ^(C)the light of my eyes—it also has gone from me.

³ For when I kept silent, my ^(A)bones wasted away
    through my ^(B)groaning all day long.
⁴ For day and night your ^(C)hand was heavy upon me;
    my strength was dried up^[a] as by the heat of summer. Selah

⁶ I am ^(A)weary with my ^(B)moaning;
    every night I flood my bed with tears;
    I drench my couch with my weeping.