Because of your wrath there is no health in my body; there is no soundness in my bones because of my sin.
Have mercy on me, Lord, for I am faint; heal me, Lord, for my bones are in agony.
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones you have crushed rejoice.
In my distress I groan aloud and am reduced to skin and bones.
For my days vanish like smoke; my bones burn like glowing embers.
Uzziah, who had a censer in his hand ready to burn incense, became angry. While he was raging at the priests in their presence before the incense altar in the Lord’s temple, leprosy broke out on his forehead.
The arrows of the Almighty are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors are marshaled against me.
For day and night your hand was heavy on me; my strength was sapped as in the heat of summer.