Be it still my consolation, yes, let me exult in pain that doesn't spare, that I have not denied the words of the Holy One.

But his flesh on him has pain, and his soul within him mourns."

the wicked man writhes in pain all his days, even the number of years that are laid up for the oppressor.

He is chastened also with pain on his bed, with continual strife in his bones;