There is no soundness in my flesh because of thy indignation; there is no health in my bones because of my sin.
Be gracious to me, O Lord, for I am languishing; O Lord, heal me, for my bones are troubled.
Fill me with joy and gladness; let the bones which thou hast broken rejoice.
Because of my loud groaning my bones cleave to my flesh.
For my days pass away like smoke, and my bones burn like a furnace.
Then Uzziah was angry. Now he had a censer in his hand to burn incense, and when he became angry with the priests leprosy 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 day and night thy hand was heavy upon me; my strength was dried up as by the heat of summer. Selah