Have mercy upon me, O LORD; for I am weak: O LORD, heal me; for my bones are troubled.
For my life is spent with grief, and my years with sighing: my strength fails because of my iniquity, and my bones are consumed.
As with a sword in my bones, my enemies reproach me; while they say daily unto me, Where is your God?
Therefore are my loins filled with pain: pangs have taken hold upon me, as the pangs of a woman that travails: I was bowed down at the hearing of it; I was dismayed at the seeing of it.
A woman when she is in travail has sorrow, because her hour has come: but as soon as she is delivered of the child, she remembers no more the anguish, for joy that a man is born into the world.
And to them it was given that they should not kill them, but that they should be tormented five months: and their torment was as the torment of a scorpion, when it strikes a man.
And the fifth angel poured out his bowl upon the throne of the beast; and his kingdom was full of darkness; and they gnawed their tongues for pain,