¹⁶ My face is red with weeping,^(A)
    dark shadows ring my eyes;^(B)

³ For my days vanish like smoke;^(A)
    my bones^(B) burn like glowing embers.

¹³ “From on high he sent fire,
    sent it down into my bones.^(A)
He spread a net^(B) for my feet
    and turned me back.
He made me desolate,^(C)
    faint^(D) all the day long.

¹⁰ Our skin is hot as an oven,
    feverish from hunger.^(A)