My body is sick from your punishment. Even my bones are not healthy because of my sin.
Uzziah was standing beside the altar for incense in the Temple of the Lord, and in his hand was a pan for burning incense. He was very angry with the priests. As he was standing in front of the priests, a skin disease broke out on his forehead.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are gathered against me.
My life is passing away like smoke, and my bones are burned up with fire.
Because of my grief, my skin hangs on my bones.
Day and night you punished me. My strength was gone as in the summer heat.Selah
Make me hear sounds of joy and gladness; let the bones you crushed be happy again.
Lord, have mercy on me because I am weak. Heal me, Lord, because my bones ache.