At the noise of my groaning, my bone, hath cleaved, to my flesh:

Show me favour, O Yahweh, for languishing am I: Heal me, O Yahweh, - for dismayed are my bones:

Like water, am I poured out, and, put out of joint, are all my bones, - My heart, hath become, like wax, it is melted in the midst of my body;

I may tell all my bones, They, look for - they behold me!

For, consumed with sorrow, is my life, and my years with sighing, - My strength hath staggered with my humiliation, and, my bones, are without marrow.

When I kept silence, my bones became worn out, Through my groaning all the day;

Keeping all his bones, Not, one from among them, is broken.

All my bones, shall say - O Yahweh, who is like unto thee? Rescuing the oppressed from one stronger than he, Yea the oppressed and the needy, from their spoiler.

There is no soundness in my flesh, By reason of thine indignation, There is no peace in my bones, By reason of my sin;

With a crushing of my bones, have my adversaries reproached me, - While they keep saying unto me all the day, Where is thy God?

Wilt thou cause me to hear joy and gladness? The bones thou hast crushed would exult.

There have they been in great dread where no dread was, Because, God, hath scattered the bones of thy besieger, - Thou hast put him to shame, Because, God, had, rejected, them.

More than the hairs of my head, Are they who hate me without cause, - Firmer than my bones, Are they who are my foes for false cause, - What I had not plundered, then, had I to restore.

For, consumed in smoke, are my days, And, my bones, like a burning mass, are scorched through;

Because he clothed himself in cursing as his outer garment, therefore may it have entered like water into his inward part, and like oil into his bones;

As when one plougheth and furroweth the earth, Scattered about, are our bones at the mouth of hades!