2. For in me fast thine arrows stick,thine hand doth press me sore:
3. And in my flesh there is no health,nor soundness any more.This grief I have, because thy wrathis forth against me gone;And in my bones there is no rest,for sin that I have done.
4. Because gone up above mine headmy great transgressions be;And, as a weighty burden, theytoo heavy are for me.
5. My wounds do stink, and are corrupt;my folly makes it so.