¹⁶ My face is ^[a]flushed from weeping,
And on my eyelids is the shadow of death;

² Have mercy on me, O Lord, for I am weak;
O Lord, ^(A)heal me, for my bones are troubled.

¹³ I have considered until morning—
Like a lion,
So He breaks all my bones;
From day until night You make an end of me.