Night pierces my bones, and my gnawing pains never rest.
I cry out by day, O my God, but You do not answer, and by night, but I have no rest.
When I lie down I think: ‘When will I get up?’ But the night drags on, and I toss and turn until dawn.
I composed myself until the morning. Like a lion He breaks all my bones; from day until night You make an end of me.
A man is also chastened on his bed with pain and constant distress in his bones,
Be merciful to me, O LORD, for I am frail; heal me, O LORD, for my bones are in agony.
For Your arrows have pierced me deeply, and Your hand has pressed down on me.