¹⁶ My face is foul with weeping, and on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

² Have mercy upon me, O Lord; for I am weak: O Lord, heal me; for my bones are vexed.

³ There is no soundness in my flesh because of thine anger; neither is there any rest in my bones because of my sin.

¹³ I reckoned till morning, that, as a lion, so will he break all my bones: from day even to night wilt thou make an end of me.