3Soundness is not in my flesh, Because of Thine indignation, Peace is not in my bones because of my sin.
4For mine iniquities have passed over my head, As a heavy burden — too heavy for me.
5Stunk — become corrupt have my wounds, Because of my folly.
6I have been bent down, I have been bowed down — unto excess, All the day I have gone mourning.
7For my flanks have been full of drought, And soundness is not in my flesh.
8I have been feeble and smitten — unto excess, I have roared from disquietude of heart.
9Lord, before Thee is all my desire, And my sighing from Thee hath not been hid.