Who forgiveth all thy iniquities: who healeth all thy diseases.
Whereas you know not what shall be on the morrow.
Mem. From above he hath sent fire into my bones and hath chastised me: he hath spread a net for my feet, he hath turned me back: he hath made me desolate, wasted with sorrow all the day long.
But my enemies live, and are stronger that I: and they hate me wrongfully are multiplied.
My skin is become black upon me: and my bones are dried up with heat.
Many are the scourges of the sinner, but mercy shall encompass him that hopeth in the Lord.
Beth. My skin and my flesh he hath made old he hath broken my bones.
I was dumb, and was humbled, and kept silence from good things: and my sorrow was renewed.
Save, O Lord, thy people, and bless thy inheritance: and rule them and exalt them for ever.
Because I was silent my bones grew old; whilst I cried out all the day long.