There is no soundness in my flesh because of your indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
Then Uzziah was enraged. Now he had a censer in his hand to make offering, and when he became enraged with the priests a defiling disease broke out on his forehead, in the presence of the priests in the house of the Lord, by the altar of incense.
For the arrows of the Almighty are in me; my spirit drinks their poison; the terrors of God are arrayed against me.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
Because of my loud groaning, my bones cling to my skin.
For day and night your hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah
Let me hear joy and gladness; let the bones that you have crushed rejoice.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are shaking with terror.