By reason of the voice of my groaning\par\tab My bones cleave to my flesh.
My bone cleaveth to my skin and to my flesh,\par\tab And I am escaped with the skin of my teeth.
Their visage is blacker than a coal; they are not known in the streets:\par\tab Their skin cleaveth to their bones; it is withered, it is become like a stick.
A cheerful heart is a good medicine;\par\tab But a broken spirit drieth up the bones.
Depart from me, all ye workers of iniquity;\par\tab For Jehovah hath heard the voice of my weeping.
I am weary with my groaning;\par\tab Every night make I my bed to swim;\par\tab I water my couch with my tears.
And as he did so year by year, when she went up to the house of Jehovah, so she provoked her; therefore she wept, and did not eat.
He cometh forth like a flower, and is cut down:\par\tab He fleeth also as a shadow, and continueth not.
In the morning it flourisheth, and groweth up;\par\tab In the evening it is cut down, and withereth.