There is no soundness in my flesh because of Your rage, Nor peace in my bones because of my sin.
And Uzziyahu was wroth. And he had a censer in his hand to burn incense. And while he was wroth with the priests, leprosy broke out on his forehead, before the priests in the House of יהוה, beside the incense altar.
For the arrows of the Almighty are within me, my spirit drinks in their poison, the onslaughts of Eloah are arrayed against me.
For my days are consumed like smoke, And my bones are burned like a hearth.
Because of the sound of my sighing My bones have cleaved to my flesh.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me; My sap was turned into the droughts of summer. Selah.
Let me hear joy and gladness, Let the bones You have crushed rejoice.
Show favour to me, O יהוה, for I am fading away; O יהוה, heal me, for my bones have been troubled.