When as I did refrain my speech, and silent was my tongue, My bones then waxed old, because I roared all day long.
So feeble and infirm am I, and broken am so sore, That, through disquiet of my heart, I have been made to roar.
And in my flesh there is no health, nor soundness any more. This grief I have, because thy wrath is forth against me gone; And in my bones there is no rest, for sin that I have done.
My God, my God, why hast thou me forsaken? why so far Art thou from helping me, and from my words that roaring are?
Of gladness and of joyfulness make me to hear the voice; That so these very bones which thou hast broken may rejoice.
Lord, pity me, for I am weak: Heal me, for my bones vexed be.