For my life is consumed with grief and my years with groaning; my iniquity has drained my strength, and my bones are wasting away.
From my youth I was afflicted and near death. I have borne Your terrors; I am in despair.
There is no soundness in my body because of Your anger; there is no rest in my bones because of my sin.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.
So He ended their days in futility, and their years in sudden terror.
I have deep sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.
You discipline and correct a man for his iniquity, consuming like a moth what he holds dear; surely each man is but a va
How long must I wrestle in my soul, with sorrow in my heart each day? How long will my enemy dominate me?
I sigh when food is put before me, and my groans pour out like water.
For my days vanish like smoke, and my bones burn like glowing embers.
Do not discard me in my old age; do not forsake me when my strength fails.