The night racks my bones, and the pain that gnaws me takes no rest.
I cry for help until morning; like a lion he breaks all my bones; from day to night you bring me to an end.
O my God, I cry by day, but you do not answer; and by night but find no rest.
When I lie down I say, ‘When shall I rise?’ But the night is long, and I am full of tossing until dawn.
So the accuser went out from the presence of the Lord and inflicted loathsome sores on Job from the sole of his foot to the crown of his head.
My skin turns black and falls from me, and my bones burn with heat.
I hear, and I tremble within; my lips quiver at the sound. Rottenness enters into my bones, and my steps tremble beneath me. I wait quietly for the day of calamity to come upon the people who attack us.