2. And in the day of my distresshide not thy face from me.Give ear to me; what time I call,to answer me make haste:
3. For, as an hearth, my bones are burnt,my days, like smoke, do waste.
4. My heart within me smitten is,and it is witheredLike very grass; so that I doforget to eat my bread.
5. By reason of my groaning voicemy bones cleave to my skin.