My wounds are foul and festering because of my sinful folly.
Why do you want more beatings? Why do you keep rebelling? Your head has a massive wound, and your whole heart is afflict
You know my folly, O God, and my guilt is not hidden from You.
Is there no balm in Gilead? Is no physician there? Why then has the health of the daughter of my people not been restore
For my loins are full of burning pain, and no soundness remains in my body.
When I kept silent, my bones became brittle from my groaning all day long.