My life is exhausted from sorrow, my years from groaning. My strength staggers under ⌞the weight of⌟ my guilt, and my bones waste away.
Ever since I was young, I have been suffering and near death. I have endured your terrors, and now I am in despair.
No healthy spot is left on my body because of your rage. There is no peace in my bones because of my sin.
I have deep sorrow and endless heartache.
He brought their days to an end like a whisper in the wind. He brought their years to an end in terror.
With stern warnings you discipline people for their crimes. Like a moth you eat away at what is dear to them. Certainly, everyone is like a whisper in the wind. Selah
How long must I make decisions alone with sorrow in my heart day after day? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
“When my food is in front of me, I sigh. I pour out my groaning like water.
Do not reject me when I am old or abandon me when I lose my strength.
Get away from me, all you troublemakers, because the Lord has heard the sound of my crying.
Hear, O Lord, when I cry aloud. Have pity on me, and answer me.