My life is consumed by anguish and my years by groaning; my strength fails because of my affliction, and my bones grow weak.
For sighing has become my daily food; my groans pour out like water.
How long must I wrestle with my thoughts and day after day have sorrow in my heart? How long will my enemy triumph over me?
Hear my voice when I call, Lord; be merciful to me and answer me.
Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; there is no soundness in my bones because of my sin.
When you rebuke and discipline anyone for their sin, you consume their wealth like a moth— surely everyone is but a breath.
Away from me, all you who do evil, for the Lord has heard my weeping.
Do not cast me away when I am old; do not forsake me when my strength is gone.
So he ended their days in futility and their years in terror.
From my youth I have suffered and been close to death; I have borne your terrors and am in despair.
I have great sorrow and unceasing anguish in my heart.