There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your anger; nor rest in my bones because of my sin.
And Uzziah was angry. And he had a censer in his hand to burn incense. And while he was angry with the priests, the leprosy even rose up in his forehead before the priests in the house of Jehovah, from beside the incense altar.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, their fury is drinking my spirit; the terrors of God are set against me.
For my days go up like smoke, and my bones glow like a firebrand.
Because of the voice of my groaning, my bones hold fast to my skin.
For by day and by night Your hand was heavy on me; my sap is turned into the droughts of summer. Selah.
Make me to hear joy and gladness; that the bones which You have broken may rejoice.
Have mercy on me, O Jehovah, for I am weak; O Jehovah, heal me, for my bones are troubled.