Behold, he labors in pain with iniquity, and he has conceived mischief, and has brought forth falsehood.

Look on my affliction and my pain, and forgive all my sins.

For I am ready to fall, and my pain is always before me.

I became dumb, keeping still; I was silent, from good; and my pain was stirred.

Fear took hold on them there, and pain, like a woman in labor.

To the Chief Musician. A Psalm and Song of David. To You silence is praise, O God, in Zion; and to You is a vow paid.