My wounds are poisoned and evil-smelling, because of my foolish behaviour.
I said, O my God, shame keeps me from lifting up my face to you, my God: for our sins are increased higher than our heads and our evil-doing has come up to heaven.
When I kept my mouth shut, my bones were wasted, because of my crying all through the day.
For my body is full of burning; all my flesh is unhealthy.
Be pleased, O Lord, to take me out of danger; O Lord, come quickly and give me help.
Happy is the man of your selection, to whom you give a resting-place in your house; we will be full of the good things out of your holy place.
O God, you see how foolish I am; and my wrongdoing is clear to you.
Is there no life-giving oil in Gilead? is there no expert in medical arts? why then have my people not been made well?