For Your arrows have sunk deep into me and Your hand has pressed down on me.
Adonai, do not rebuke me in Your anger! Do not discipline me in Your wrath.
Surely You desire truth in the inner being. Make me know wisdom inwardly.
My heart is stricken and withered like grass, so that I even forget to eat my bread.
Do not hide Your face from me in the day of my distress. Turn Your ear to me— in the day I call, answer me quickly.
Then Uzziah, who had a censer in his hand ready to burn incense, became angry. While he was raging at the kohanim tza'arat broke out on his forehead right in front of the kohanim in the House of Adonai, beside the incense altar.
For the arrows of Shaddai are in me, my spirit drinks in their poison; God’s terrors line up against me.
For day and night Your hand was heavy upon me. My strength was drained as in the droughts of summer. Selah